#Binah is more weary after that

[binah-beloved]

assistant librarians can't die in the Library, but it'd be interesting if they could

if everyone had to sit and tend to each other's wounds after a particularly arduous fight, chatting and eating snacks to lighten the mood

if every floor was stocked with first aid kits, though Chesed's floor still acts as the unofficial medical wing

if injured librarians had to swallow painkillers and take days off from their duties, their injuries being a bother

if Binah had to, one day, approach a group of her assistant crowded around your body on the ground. they all back away when she arrives, giving their Patron Librarian and her beloved a moment alone, your last moment alone. you're bleeding, bleeding badly, a few limbs horribly twisted out of place- yet somehow you're smiling, and you cough as she just looks down at you before reaching forward and gently taking your hand

it's colder than hers, for once

your smile falters slightly from the pain, voice whispered and raspy and coming out just in a few words- "Did I do well?"

Binah blinks hard, once, your blood standing out on her fingers

"You did wonderfully. Rest, now."

she watches her star slip through her grasp, and a single tear rolls down the cheek of an former Arbiter