She's a little more stable once she gets going. She moves jerkily and sways again when she pauses to figure out how to move to make the turn into the room, but she manages it without any problems more concerning than that.

Angelique makes no move to assist more than providing support.

The library is a large airy room, lined with shelves, large windows providing plenty of natural light. There's several chairs arranged around tables, a fireplace, and a few beanbags piled together.

"There's a little reading nook just back there," Angelique points to one of the sets of shelves. "A little bit more out of the way? Drex likes it."

This gets another nod, and she heads in that direction.

Angelique continues to be by her side.

The reading nook is cozy. Two chairs tucked close together with a table and lamp squeezed between them. Both have footstools, and blankets folded over the backs of them. The table has a pile of books on it, and Angelique gives a fond sigh.

She's not very graceful, getting into the chair, but at least manages not to collapse into it. She pulls the blanket down onto herself, struggles to get it arranged sensibly over her lap, and eventually accepts a somewhat rumpled and lopsided configuration as sufficient. At no point does she even glance at the books.

"Would you like a bottle of water?"

Now she acknowledges the books, looking pointedly at the pile of them. Does Angie really want her around them in her current state with something that potentially messy?

"I can move them if you're concerned," Angelique offers. "But I wouldn't worry overmuch."

She shrugs.

"I'll go grab you a bottle. Two minutes."

And she goes and does that, back just a little under her two minute estimate. She offers the bottle, pauses.

"I hope you don't mind, Drex mentioned you had trouble opening a bottle yesterday, would you like me to open it?"

She probably could open it now, but, uh, considering her first try with the pen: no. She nods.

Angelique opens the cap and then holds the bottle out to Denice.

She's careful taking it, but still manages to crumple the bottle; water spurts out and falls to the floor.

"I can get you a cup if you would like?"

"Mrh." She takes a sip.

Angelique nods. "I'll leave you be then."

"Mm."

And Angelique leaves. (Muttering something about thinking they have mobility aids somewhere.)

Well, she's obviously not going anywhere.

And apparently no-one is going to disturb her!

She burrows a little further under the blanket, and naps.

She's left in peace.

It's maybe half an hour later when a cat wanders into the reading nook, and springs up onto the footstool, there's a pause as it regards Denice, and then it springs onto the arm of the chair, steps delicately into her lap, and curls up.

She jolts awake when she's touched.

The cat gives a disgruntled sound, looks up at her, yawns, and remains insistently curled on her lap.

She peers at it for a minute, concludes that nothing interesting is about to happen, and goes back to sleep.