Rutile's somewhat confused by Devin's single request until they realize that he must have met Padparadscha first, and then they're just amused, a true smile taking over their features. "I had no intention of doing so," they reply. "I'm sure you have a name that suits you much better. If that puts me in your good graces, then it's the least I can do."

They follow Devin wherever he leads, down tangled corridors of books more extensive than a forest. "Public availability is the problem I've run into in other facilities," Rutile notes. "I don't have the qualifications to access most of what I actually want to know."

And they haven't really given anyone a reason to sneak them in, either.