Vera stood up carefully. They were still inside the library. Even though most children rarely used the place, a few still came here to read or rest because the room stayed quiet almost all day.
The tall windows let afternoon light pour softly across the rows of bookshelves. Dust floated in the air where the sunlight touched the floor. The lamps hanging above the tables were not lit since the daylight was already bright enough.
That was why Ezra liked coming here. The silence helped him think clearly.
He had stopped visiting during the preparations for the Fourth Trial, but now that the trial had ended, he could finally return to his usual routine.
Vera quietly dragged her chair across the floor and moved it beside Ezra.
The wooden legs scraped lightly against the stone tiles.
Ezra glanced at her.
"Why did you have to carry that chair?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not your concern," Vera replied sharply.
She sat down and immediately leaned toward the table.
