"Oh, of course," Flayn murmurs, deliberately softer than before so as not to disturb their audience. She lays the picture down at the top of her sketchbook, before slowly, gently, nudging her chair back a ways. She'd only moved to see the bookcase, after all. There's no need to stay there, and invite more disruption.

She's almost afraid to do more than concentrate on her own work.