Amarilla was thrown off by the series of response thoughts from Masrith, though showed no obvious concern at the comments about experiments or beholder eyes, instead simply being pleased at discovering this new form of communication. While Masrith stepped away after the flood of thoughts, Amarilla noticed that the rest of the group was meanwhile gathering and ready to move on into the crypt, so further conversation would have to wait for the time being. Moving deeper into the crypt along with the group, she took the occasional moment to gaze intently at bits of the bone and rubble that lay strewn across the floor, seeking any hints as to the history of this place.

When the group finally reached the library, Amarilla opened her mouth to speak up excitedly out of usual habit, but stopped at the sound of the louder voice further in. She froze in place as she listened intently, then immediately made a dive for the nearest bookshelf, ducking into the shadows and darkness behind it. Amarilla positioned herself to see around the corner of the bookshelf and further into the crypt while remaining cloaked in the cover and darkness, out of sight. Or at the very least, she hoped nothing would be able to spot her. She crouched low, grabbing a few small vials alchemical substances from her pack, ready to spring out into action at the first sign of trouble.