#so this is a year late i am sorry asfkajfj

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“...Among other things, yes.” A few other books had also proved problematic. One had cursed everyone who tried to read its blurb with a short-lasting but annoying effect of itchiness, another had grown teeth somehow and bitten people trying to pick it up. But if he wanted to know, he would have to ask. Savash did not wish to spread the infamy - in case that was where the place ended up from all the rumours - any further.

“I would imagine it would be best if we didn’t have it,” she nodded, letting her gaze trail away, tracing the backs of the aforementioned books from a distance. “Be warned however. I am no healer. I do not wish that you get hurt... but in the case that you do, I can only call upon assistance. Now, if you were to die, I would be able to resurrect you in minutes. But neither of us wants that.”

An expert, you say... Savash did not quite feel like one, but she was going to accept it as nice words. “I have sold books for a few years, and I sometimes work weekends here, or whenever the other lady is busy with her second job. I wouldn’t go as far as calling myself an expert. But I have been around books my whole life. Enough to learn a few useful things about ’em. Let’s go... See if I could be of any help to ya. I would be glad to be.”

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Though it may not have been that obvious from her composed and calm behaviour, Samira loved getting tangled up in adventures - it just didn’t happen often with her. On one hand, that meant life was somewhat easier to get used to, at least now after she had moved and left behind her homeland’s troubled present and past…

On the other, she felt herself slipping into daydreams much more often and easier than she supposed some of the visitors that came in the library did. A lot of them were busy students; from their faces she could tell they had no time for such follies. Seeing the bored expressions that slipped on some of their faces, she knew she could relate to that.

In any case, she could not blame the man who was wandering in the direction of the forbidden section, as she and the repair people had started referring to it as a joke. She did have to keep him safe, though. “…Now, about that. The repair crew believed me… but I don’t expect you do.” She leaned back in her chair.

“When some of the books were first brought in, I got to find out no other library in the vicinity wanted them, because they bit people. Some of them could do other nasty things to readers.” Samira grimaced. “I can’t forbid ya from going there. Do beware the spot, though. Don’t want anyone coming in here to get hurt. It’s a library, for heaven’s sake…” the last few words were murmured to herself.

“Bit people, you say?” That certainly got his attention; if his tail was visible right now, it’d probably be wagging. Perhaps this was none of his business, and he should let sleeping dogs lie… but he’d have a hard time sleeping knowing that there was trouble afoot–trouble he could put a stop to to make this library’s life a little bit easier.

Kairo grinned. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? Worry not, ma’am, I’m an expert with this sort of situation; if you’d like, I can handle this little book problem in a jiffy!” Fortunately, in his age, he was smart enough not to simply jump into the fray. He was pretty sure this young lass wouldn’t approve of destruction of any book, no matter how…. bitey.

“That being said…” he continued after a moment’s pause. “You, too, seem like a bit of an expert as well. In the interest of not destroying important documents, would you mind assisting me in this venture?”