Crochet crochet crochet!

She finishes eating and picks up her own project again. Eventually it recognizably resembles a rose.

"That's nice."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Shawl shawl shawl.

"That's really good for a first project."

"Thank you!"

She finishes her rose.

The shawl is taking a while. Shawl shawl shawl.

"...It's getting late," she eventually says.

He looks up. "Yes, I suppose so."

"I need to sleep."

"Okay."

She studies him for a moment, then grabs a nightgown out of a drawer, goes into the water closet to change, comes out, and says, "I'm going to need to turn out the lights, is that going to bother you?"

"I think I won't be able to see my shawl."

"Do you need to sleep?"

"I don't think so. At least not now."

"Well, I do. Do you remember the way back to the library?"

"Yes."

"Maybe you should spend the night there."

"Will the lights stay on?"

"Yeah, the library's open all night."

"Okay." He takes his yarn and shawl and hook and goes there.

The library is still open, as promised, but much quieter than when he was here earlier.

That's okay. He finishes his shawl and then reads books.