Normally Araceli enters the library not from one of the side doorways, not the main stairwell from the rotunda but up she comes, the tapping of her crutch and soft aggrieved huffing heralding her arrival before she finally stops, leaning forward to catch her breath. She might have overdone it. Possibly. But nothing is bleeding and nothing is pulling too tight, and it took her a stupidly long time so here she is.

Every other book in her shared rooms is something to do with her studies, too much for her mind to really cope with still but she's horribly bored as she starts browsing the shelves, not quite sure where to start as her eyes alight on Cade.

"Any recommendations for light reading?" She asks quietly, easy enough to ignore if he wants as she leans more heavily on her crutch, swinging her weight off her right leg entirely to rest it.