Sanae wouldn't have minded talking to Eileen for a bit longer, but at that moment his nurse had come to collect him. She'd asked him where he wanted to go; he'd replied that it didn't matter. Interest could theoretically be found in everything.

And so she'd left him in the library. He'd browsed the shelves for a bit, searching for something he could read, but nothing popped out to him: he had never been a fan of the so-called "classics". He was about to give in and pick something random to peruse when he noticed Shiki, reading herself by the looks of it, although not with any particular intensity.

Sanae walked over and peered down at the book in her hands. "Whatcha reading?"