Night's not over. [Her tone's... almost cheerful, but not quite. Freya sets the headlamp on a chair in one corner, so they could both see.]
[She immediately drifts over to the books that were laying open on the couch and the table—after a cursory glance at the shelves. Stable? Stable. Freya's quiet while she squints in the inadequate light.]
Guess this guy's as pompous as he sounds. This is pretty difficult stuff.
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[She immediately drifts over to the books that were laying open on the couch and the table—after a cursory glance at the shelves. Stable? Stable. Freya's quiet while she squints in the inadequate light.]
Guess this guy's as pompous as he sounds. This is pretty difficult stuff.