A grimace filled his expression, his head tilting back against the bookshelf with a grunt. His entire arm ached in pain. He looked at the progress he was able to make, and it wasn't much. He let out a slight groan, setting the book down in front of him before resting his elbows on his knees. He didn't understand, why did this cause in this pain? It wasn't logical and it didn't make sense. A puff of air escaped him as he closed the book with a low grumble, sliding it carefully back into its hiding black behind the others. He rather is not be known that he wrote, or even what he wrote about. Resting for a few minutes longer, he let his eyes drift close, taking a brief rest.

A way to brief rest. He jumped awake, startled at the sound of the door to the library bursting open. Since when is anyone in such a hurry to get to the library. He turned, rising up on his heels, looking towards the door that the sound came from. He say the shape of a person dashing away, and another frown colored his face. He crept in the direction of the movement, eyes narrowed. His ears soon picked up on labored breathing, with the obvious sign of trying to control it. A grimace covered his face, such action was one he knew so well. He approached the sound, having between bookshelves and books, until he spotted a figure huddled up against them. Looking closer, he recognized the girl from this morning. What was she doing here? He crept closer, feeling the need to talk quietly, he did so," what on earth is going on?" Just as he finished speaking, he got close enough to see the red coloring that was forming on her shirt. And, with no reason, he felt the sudden urge to protect her. He had only just met her. He didn't understand it. He clamped down on his thoughts, waiting for an explanation. [@Arista]