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Carla watched as Ceralis left the room, still slightly worried about the mans red face. Turning her head she glanced at the sleeping man, sighing she approached the bed and took a seat next to him, glancing down at his leg she rolled her eye and smiled at him even though he couldn't see her, "Honestly, what type of a numpty moves around like that when he's so badly hurt." She mumbled to herself.

Looking around the room for some type of entertainment, she found herself staring at a huge bookshelf filled to the brim with old and new books, worn and rebound, filled with information about the outside world. Making her way over she pulled out a big, brown leather bound book, cracking it open only to cough as some dust blew into her face. Carla hated sitting still but maybe being able to read and sate some of her boundless curiousity would help a little.