"More oft than not only those who can afford ink and paper are qualified to use them," Herian replies, not quite rueful. She thinks a moment, frowning as she tries to organise her thoughts, to think of alternate solutions. It is not as though she's done a terribly large amount of writing since she left the Spire, and even there it wasn't as if they simply let mages horde materials. Everything had to be accounted for.

"Perhaps until an appropriate substitute is devised," she offers, carefully, "I can aid in the acquisition of paper. Councillor LeBlanc was a teacher of mine in the White Spire. If she can still threaten me with essays, it may be I can still make requests for ink and paper." Not a promise, but an offer, at least. She can try.

Annnnd excuse her, she is just going to grab a stick, spear a particular leaf, and nudge it away from the others. "Not noxious," she clarifies, "but if you get the sap on your hands it will take days entire to wash away."