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A familiar zealot treaded cautiously into Emma's comprehensive library, self-conscious of the intrusive sound of each heavy step he took. His Bible was open, the page it was turned apon littered in notation. Nyrk was enveloped in it, adding more until he came upon Emma.

He lifted the book. It was turned to a page in The Old Testament, the page was barely legible, as it was inundated with the ink of Nyrk's questioning notes. "Do you think you could find a book to solve this dilemna? I fear I'll lose sleep until I've this one resolutely solved."

"The King James version?" Nyrk thought out loud. He tilted his head toward the tome, not reaching for it physically, but contemplating it indecisively. "Would you happen to have an untranslated version?" Nyrk said, still unsure of himself, but hopeful Emma might possess it.

Though Nyrk wore a heavy scarf, it did not take half a mind to notice Nyrk's wide grin as it replaced his puzzlement. "I would not ask for it if I could not," He said to Emma, his voice almost dripping with anticipation. He took off a glove, that he might hold the scroll as gingerly as possible, revealing his true hand: an unremarkable human hand, fingers only a tad longer than normal. "Thank you, Emma," He said as he took it.

Nyrk carried it reverently, setting it on a nearby desk alongside his notated Bible, referencing them both, and to the casual observer, clearly making a lot of progress, and clearly very excited about it.

Several candles about the library were extinguished in the time that passed as Nyrk researched his Bible and the ancient text. Nyrk's enthusiasm never abated, but eventually became expected.

Nyrk wrote down his thoughts in a notebook, which he had to ask for, as the page he was on was almost indecipherable, due to all the notes, and Nyrk did not want to write on the Torah. The notebook, however, was beginning to get overwhelmed as well, though managed to retain coherency and organization.

Nyrk was forced to disregard the question, his mind focused on one last important task... "There!" Nyrk exclaimed, conclusively slamming his pencil to the notebook in a decisive period. He gave Emma a quick sort of glance, as if apologizing for ignoring her a moment, then continued, "Thank you for the Torah, Emma. Some things get lost in translation, I'm certain you know the feeling, and Ihypothesized my question lied in the mistranslation." Slowing down, now with a more grateful tone, "Now I've got it. I've managed to find several incantations of combat-quality effectiveness in the process, but most importantly, I've figured out the significance of argentium in the physiology not only of that of the lycanthrope, but of the porphyric breed of vampire. It turns out that combined with..." He trailed off after he returned the Torah, walking out of the Library, still talking, quieter now, as he began explaining to himself and growing more distant.

Emma reappeared in the library directly from the bedroom, lacing up her bodice and allowing her hair to straighten itself. A faint violet glow surrounded her, continuing to shine as she sat back down at the desk and opened her half-written grimoire, and she took up quill and ink.

"More than okay, I believe." She said softly without looking up from her book. The inspection would only reveal a feeling of contentment about the enchantress, and perhaps a few short, white hairs on her shoulder.