It's a nice library, especially for such a small town, with plenty of everything, but a focus on science and poetry, a well-appointed children's' section, a nice selection of music and holovids, and comfy chairs offering varying amounts of privacy.
Right now, though, it's closing time; the announcements have been made, the final checkout rush handled, and now the librarian is making one last check before she locks up for the night.
"I don't think you can help it, and I don't think she'd want you to try, really. She doesn't like that she can't fix it, that people are cruel like that, but there are things about it that she can fix for you, and I think she'll want to."
"I- oh." He doesn't know how to respond to that, so he doesn't, just falls silent and curls further in on himself.
She transfers over to the bed, moving slowly and carefully so as not to alarm him, and puts her arms around him. "Like this."
(It's a little uncomfortable; the flowers she's decorated with aren't sharp, but they're hard, and he doesn't have any padding where they poke at him.)
He watches her warily, flinches a little when she puts her arms around him, and then goes still, tense. The discomfort of the flowers barely registers (he's had so much worse).
It's...strange. He's not sure it's...bad. Just. Strange. He leans a tiny bit into Daisy.
She gives him a gentle squeeze, and then just holds him.
"Feel better?" she asks after a few minutes.
He is a little surprised by the question, and it takes him a moment to figure out the answer. (And even then, it isn't very sure.) "I...think so? Thank you?"
"You're welcome." She unhugs and sits back upright. "It's okay if you're a little confused, if this is all new. I had a hard time, too, starting out."
He nods some, not entirely believing that it's okay, but willing to accept that for now. He goes to say something else, but is cut off by a yawn.
"I'll let you get back to sleep." She pats him on the shoulder, puts the eggs away in the fridge, and returns to the back room.
And Nova goes back to sleep. He sleeps for long enough to take him nearly to noon, and when he wakes up, he sits on the edge of the bed, and waits.
He only has to wait a few minutes, and then Daisy comes out again. "Good morning."
That does in fact, make him relax somewhat. "Hi," he says, realises he's already greeted her, and isn't entirely sure what to do next.
"Anything we have - we don't usually have meat around, but most other things. I usually make eggs for breakfast, and pancakes or potatoes, or sometimes oatmeal or muffins."
"I can do oatmeal as a full meal, if you don't like eggs or something. But - they weren't feeding you very well, before; it's not good for you to be that thin. And oatmeal doesn't help with that as much as we want, by itself."
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