Was it homesickness or just a sickness of this place? It must be the latter, and it was driving her mad. A little self-destructive behaviour would help but she needed to somehow last until the night for now. She walked to the library and welcomed the familiar and constant smell of books; it could hardly rival some of the libraries she had been in but even she would concede that it was near impossible to compare to some of them. She silently stalked through the aisles, scanning the spines, trying to find anything to capture her interest.