Isaac was one of several bystanders watching as the well-built rowdy man made his entrance. He stared on, brow raised a fraction as the books were strewn on the ground. He watched as the bookcases were put back into place by a woman who came by, bringing with her a chill wind. He continued standing there as the man with the bugs emerged, who like they were insane. Talking to themselves, hiding bugs in their clothes, reading books about mushrooms. A normal day in Helia, evidently, and Isaac wasn't entirely what to make of it.

Isaac could see from the gibbering man's clothes that he was a hunter of some sort. And if not, he at least lived in the wild, if the bugs were any indication. As for the rowdy man... Isaac didn't know about him, but he theorized that the man wasn't a frequent user of the library. Then again, maybe he was, as he'd seemed to know where to find the book he was looking for. Either way, Isaac couldn't see him anymore so maybe it was safe to write him off. The other figure of note was the cold woman. It was the ease that she'd used her magic that had caught Isaac's attention. An ease he hoped he could one day achieve. Still, she was gone now, and she'd made it clear that she wasn't interested in helping further.

With the icy woman and the well-built man out of the picture, that just left the hunter (if he was one) muttering to himself with a book in hand and a scattered assortment of books on the floor. On the outside Isaac stood perfectly still, watching events unfold. On the inside, he debated with himself on whether or not to pick up the books. He was hesitant, as he always was when he couldn't see the immediate consequences of his actions. Although in this case, he could probably not think about the consequences too much as, while it was certainly out of the ordinary, the problem was pretty banal. The only 'strange' factor left was the wild man. But was that really a problem?

On the one hand someone would have to put the books back up, likely a worker of some sort, and they probably wouldn't like having to do it. And Isaac probably had the time to help somewhat, at least. On the other hand, maybe it would be better if he looked for the rest of his circle. They likely wouldn't like him to be late. There was an argument to be made about how people didn't seem to want to get close to the wild man, so there was probably some risk of ostracism by association. But then again, Isaac had never really minded what people thought of him socially, so that was a moot point.

In the end, Isaac shrugged his shoulders and went forward to pick up the nearest book. If he acted then perhaps he could incite other bystanders into action, who would likely have magic that could be more useful for the situation, and reduce the time taken to reorganize the books. The icy woman had thankfully taken care of the more physically strenuous task, so it wouldn't take much energy should he need to conserve it. Furthermore, the bigger mess tended to have a larger audience, and chances were that the rest of his circle would gather and he wouldn't have to look for them anymore. Of course the opposite of his assumptions could come true, but it was a risk small enough that he was fine with taking it. And besides, he liked the library somewhat, despite the headaches it had given him. The books represented years worth of human knowledge, and a lot of time and effort had been put into the creation of those books. Time and effort that was likely not put into them just to see them carelessly strewn across the floor.

The brown haired boy looked at the cover of the book he'd picked up. Reading the title identified the book as "Onyx Vale, a brief history", one that he'd read before. If memory served him correctly, it had been close to the start of one of the various rows of history books. Isaac's eyes searched for the corresponding shelf as he'd remembered it. It was difficult without more books for reference, but he found what was likely the right place and slid the book back into its proper place. He began rummaging through the mess, noting that many books were close to where they had fallen from, yet there were also many that were far away from where they used to be. Sighing lightly, Isaac stuck to what he knew and began the process of repopulating the shelves book by book, painstakingly comparing title to title as he tried to regain some semblance of order with the chaos. If it was just him it would take some time, but he didn't mind that so much. After all, it was something that would be done eventually.