Library shenanigans

[exuviiated]

Everyone's getting ready for the play, it seems; Aaron's done his best to pull splinters and bandage cuts, grateful that the castle saw fit to provide a tiny pot of bacitracin in one of the bathrooms. He took it and put it in his bag along with the gauze and bandages, confident in the knowledge that a new one of everything show up somewhere else soon.

But for now? He wants a break. Sleeping under the stage may be fun and familiar (sleeping under anything at any time is familiar, if not fun) but the sheer amount of people milling around the area made him...

uncomfortable. So, the next day finds him curled up with an obscenely large book on one of the dusty couches, expecting at any time to be called back to set someone's dislocated finger.