Siana stood up in Kella's presence and curtsied at her gratitude. She watched as the young lady quietly flipped through the books. Whatever that librarian had given her was a good selection- Siana could see the curiosity in Kella's eyes. Siana felt a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, pleased at her accomplishment. True, she was a sellsword... but if she was going to do a job, it was gonna be well done. Always.
That was it. The lady inspected the books, and left, just like that. Siana lowered herself back into the chair, careful not to plop down, as she normally would.
"Not much to talk, poor child," Siana observed, turning back to the lady knight.
"Probably still exhausted. Forgive me for saying so, miss," she told Lillian. "But you look like you need some rest, yourself. We should rest tonight and be prepared for the new day to come."