The revelations of last week were still a matter of pressing concern for the former Ravenclaw. Without her family's affluent status access to Paris' libraries was proving difficult to obtain, and she was in desperate need of solutions. The few answers she found thus far were either inaccurate or unable to be used. Soon—likely far sooner than she would choose— she would have to tell Ben. And there was no telling what he would do.

Melody spun the ring anxiously on her finger as she skimmed through the pages of her borrowed French text. The librarian had glanced at her skeptically as she requested to borrow it, then decided a young lady dressed as well as she had that afternoon couldn't be a real risk to the book. Not for the first time Melody thanked Marianne for pushing her to dress in the latest fashions. It certainly made appearances here in France easier to maintain. That and the heavy focus Arthur placed on learning the language throughout her childhood.

The door opening had her closing her book and placing it on the nightstand besides the bed. Later when he was undressing she would stash it somewhere more inconspicuous. Ben's comment though caught her off guard. The past week had found them back in their pattern of silence during the evenings. In fact, if not for the ring it was almost as though that conversation hadn't happened.

"Alright." She replied as she rose from the bed to join him at the table. Whatever food he returned with tonight smelled strong enough to roll her stomach. With any luck it would be disposed of before she was forced to excuse herself. "What is it?"