Daraya introduces Tyzias to the jades’ archives, trying very hard to look nonchalant about it but looking mostly nervous instead.

“▲ It’s not much ▼,” she warns, and it certainly doesn’t look like much—a couple of bookshelves, a handful of files, and, in a corner, a pile that seems to be made of the entire Soldier Purrbeasts series—but that’s the thing Daraya doesn’t understand yet: it doesn’t need to be much, it just needs to be the right person in the right place, doing the right thing.

“its enough,” Tyzias decides, because it will have to be.