Fonsus nodded to Richard’s words and did just that. He slipped down to the Terra room and nearly passed by River if it hadn’t been for Pablo peering up at him. “Oh,” Fonsus halted by the armchair. He thought about waking her and his hand stilled inches from her shoulder. Then his eyes caught the open book and his hand moved to pick it up. He briefly scanned the poem. His mind was too distracted by the evening’s events to really understand what it was conveying. The teen closed it softly after marking her spot. He wondered then briefly how many poem books she had. He remembered seeing a different book in her hands a month ago. With a shrug, he placed the book on a side table where River could see when she woke up and where it would be safe. He retrieved somewhere in the common room a couple of throw blankets and placed them on River for the night. He did consider simply waking her and shunting her off to a real bed but there was something about River, an exhaustion he couldn’t quite place why or how shadowed her and he felt it best to let her rest there. 

Fonsus wrote up a note, placed it on the cover of her book in case she did rouse and decide to join them. He quickly sought out his wand, discarded some layers of his costume and slipped out of the Terra Common room without much noise. Fonsus worked his way up to the Astronomy classroom, taking stairs by pairs until he returned to Richard’s side. 

“What the hell do you make of that?” Was the first thing he said. He spoke about the story they heard.