"That's a plausible analysis," says Metella.

Eliana smiles, and lets Metella return to her reading. She browses the selection, eventually settling on a semi-historical collection of tales about King Calenhad and the Ferelden unification.

Metella contentedly reads her history book.

And around midafternoon, Stalas pokes his head into the library.

"Somebody order some glassware?" he inquires.

"That was fast. When I read your note this morning, I thought you would have more trouble getting some of those pieces so quickly."

"I won't deny it was tricky, but it's kind of fun, doing things like this."

She stands and puts her book back.

"I'm glad I could contribute to your amusement."

"And I'm glad I could contribute to your pursuit of knowledge!"

"I could use a sample of your blood now, if you'd like to accompany me."

"Sure, all right."

Then it's back to her room. She has a vial ready, presumably he can supply his own sharp instrument?

Yep! And it's been long enough since his most recent breath of lyrium that his blood is no longer actively glowing.

She labels it and places it on the rack with the others.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Good luck, and I look forward to hearing what you find out."

"You will be among the first to know."

He grins, and waves, and off he goes.

And then it's to work with her. Quite aside from any goodwill this project might gain her with her new companions, it is really very interesting in its own right.

She entirely fails to show up to dinner.

Well, that's her business, but Stalas has decided to substitute lyrium for sleep again so if she emerges at any point tonight he'll be able to remind her that food exists in case she has forgotten.

She doesn't come out of her own volition until after noon the next day.

"Ah, there she is! Do you want someone to send you food when you skip meals?"

"...That would be more efficient."

"I'll take care of it, then. Learn anything interesting so far?"

"That this will be a hard problem."

"Fun!"

"Yes."