The rough wooden crates dug into the palms of her hands as she moved her center of gravity back onto her heels, carrying the crates up the flight of stairs would not be a taxing endeavour, that was certain. She stifled a chuckle out of strain when she heard Do’Karth not to tell her to worry about those that were injured, surely someone was already devising a plan to remove the severely wounded. She had to admit to herself, Do’Karth had a voice of reason, one that foresaw logic where many often overlooked it. Sevine was one of those people that tried to perform too many tasks at once. Were it not for the way she carried her weight, putting most on her hips, she would have fallen backwards down the stairs from which she came when the sole of her boot slipped against the next stair. She uttered a terrified cried, only to breathe a sigh of relief when she pivoted forward, planting her foot on the next step. When she came to the top of the stairs, she followed after her Khajiit friend into the library, already tiny beads of perspiration clung to her forehead, and the tufts of hair that grew above her ears were slick. 

“You don’t know how to read?” Sevine asked, catching his words after he set his crate down; never would she ever have guessed that Do’Karth could not read. One of her faults perhaps, being too naïve and assuming that every person she encountered could read; well, at least knew how to spell their own name.

“I suppose I’m lucky. My mother taught me my letters when I was a young lass. She always pressured my father to make certain that I kept the habit, said that, [i]a well-learned woman, is a smart woman[/i], I believe she’s right about that. But I know men from the War that couldn’t read a lick either, and were just as smart. I’ve got a book back in my rucksack on the ship, it’s called [i]The Black Arrow[/i], if you’d like I could teach you. Had to teach my sister her letters after my mother passed.”

	She had heard the growl of the irritated orc as he addressed Do’Karth, and followed where he gestured, setting the crate down next to where Do’Karth had deposited his, though she uttered a rather unlady-like grunt as she squatted, careful not to throw out her back by hunching over in the meantime. She had witnessed far too many men carrying barrels, crates, heavy loads in general, and watched them cry out in agony when they lifted wrong. Dusting off the front of her tunic from the wooden shavings of the crate, and the dust on the palms of her hands on the sides of her trousers, Sevine took a moment to take in the sight of the library. “This is rather impressive. I’ve never stepped foot in a place like this, much less a library.” She took the moment to wander over to the books encased behind glass panels, evident that some were kept under lock and key. Some panes of glass were broken, but not all, so she was careful to pick her footing around any shards of glass. Satisfied with what she found, Sevine made her way back to Do’Karth, and stood alongside him in momentary silence.

	Then, as she let her gaze sweep over the entirety of the room, she heard a familiar voice from behind; Solveig. Her cynical words brought a smile to the Huntress’ lips, when she turned to face the Nord woman standing alongside them both, she could tell, by the way she set her jaw, and the way her brows furrowed, that [i]something[/i] had changed. In truth, Sevine had caught mere glimpses of Solveig during the escape from Windhelm, she assumed that something harrowing had caught Solveig off-guard. Clasping the woman’s shoulder, Sevine looked her once in the eye, before turning her gaze back to the library. 

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, sister,” Sevine began affectionately, there weren’t many Nord women she knew, or liked for that matter, that she would call sister, but there was a strange fire in her heart when it came to Solveig. Perhaps it was the fact that she was Jorwen’s daughter, or the fact that now she knew Jorwen’s wife, had visited his home, and been treated with courtesy. Whatever the reason, she hoped that the Nord woman wouldn’t find offense at her words. “I’m sorry I didn’t have much time to talk with you on the voyage, as I truly wish I had the chance. I was busy saying good-bye to my meal and stomach over the railing of the ship; first time sailing and what not.”

“Do’Karth, I think I hate the water just as much as you, my friend!” Sevine added in a playful jest, a trail of laughter ensued before she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She had no idea why she found that so entertaining.

“Well, I’ll fetch another crate. I’ll be right up.” With that, Sevine set to the task of bringing up the crates that remained below in the Hall of Elements.