Several days passed since Eudokia found Dareia. Their second meeting went better than the first, as they actually carried a conversation. Eudokia was not entirely certain why, but she knew something was different. It was all still very new to her.
Awkwardness might have been the best thing that described Eudokia's actions. She did not try to find Dareia anymore. The routine returned. The library was the place she stayed.
Her last patrol ended the day before. She rested more than enough from the two-day marathon, her team still slept. Inside, the library, she laid against the bookshelf with a book masking out much of her face. It was a little oversized in her hands, making her seem even smaller than normal.
On a normal day, she never would have noticed the approach, but her mind was not
