"I believe I will be soon," she answers, giving the Walrus a curious glance when he presses into her. But in the space of a blink she understands what he wants and starts smoothing her hand over his side. If Araceli wishes to know more, Christine will discuss the bits of her research that can be common knowledge, but if she doesn't wish to go down that road, it's fine.

"Ah, no wonder I rarely run into you. My hours in the library tend to be later." Closer to evening, when the already dim space is even dimmer and she sets up her candles on the table to be able to see her readings. Squinting isn't good for the eyes.

"He is an Avvar god. Korth the Mountain-Father, they call him. It seems appropriate given a nuggalope's size."