[Ah. Prompto. Krile cringes, barely, at the volume more than the accusation.]

There's no need to shout. I'm right here.

[Twelve, do they not have libraries in his world, is the thought that quiet ought to prevail in the name of concentration not found in other worlds at all-]

And, no, I don't find any of this particularly frightening, though I marvel at its similarity to a situation at home that caused us a great deal of upset and headache besides.

[Her lips press together and she looks away, slightly, turning her eyes much more than her head. It's easier to watch book spines over this sort of thing.]

I suppose it won't need resolving anymore.