The soft sounds of people working and reading and researching doesn't distract Aleron from his careful examination of the shelves. He's not even exactly certain what he's looking for, but hopes to find something which will prove useful to the Inquisition. The parchment falling goes unnoticed until it rolls into the side of his boot and comes to an abrupt stop against the leather. He glances down, then in the direction it seems to have come from, noting a woman approaching him.

He holds up a hand, indicating she need not bother with fetching it, although she's already in the process of doing. He squats down smoothly, reaching to gather it for her, without accidentally stepping on it. Once in hand, he offers it to her with a polite nod. "This is yours?"