Willow walked slowly into the library, barely paying attention to where she was going. Her nurse had been kind enough, after seeing how detached she was, to let her wander by herself, keeping only a vague eye on her to make she didn't hurt herself. After a quick glance over the bulletin board - done more out of habit rather than actually looking for any useful information - Willow wandered instinctively into the library. Books and old-fashioned research always helped her feel better by providing something to focus her mind on, but she couldn't even begin to think about the book titles this time.

She could still feel the round, cloth-sewn pouch in her hand, felt like she could still feel Tara's warmth on it. When the nurse led her away from the lobby a few minutes ago, Willow had felt like she was leaving part of herself behind. She shouldn't, though; she had to remember that wasn't really Tara. Her mind partway understood that, but her feelings certainly didn't.

She sighed and walked down one of the aisles on her right, pretending to examine the titles and trailing a hand slowly along the spines as she went.

[free, but probably won't be too social. ^^]