The mention of the library sparked her interest, and Eury was not yet well-versed enoguh in the ways of society to bother masking this in her features. She had expected to meet her cousin outside of some lecture hall or another, but in truth, the library—with its generations of knowledge—was her true goal. She would never be a scholar, not in this lifetime, but in the moments allowed her, the blonde worked to puzzle out her circumstances—to see if she might remedy them. Would it do, she wondered, would she even be allowed to utilize the facility without her cousin's escort?

"Are you a pupil here, sir, or a member of faculty?" Thank Merlin, Eury thought as she asked the question, that smalltalk was so banal even her affliction let it slide sometimes.