Arrietty had been focusing on reshelving a cart of books. Most of the time it was something that she would have left to the volunteers, but she had just finished writing a grant proposal and she just wanted to hide a little before she got into planning the next library event. She wasn’t feeling well (she really hadn’t been for days, which she knew was coming) and for a moment she decided to rest her head against the bookshelf, only to hear someone clear their throat and startle her - causing her to drop the few books she had been holding in the process. “Oh...sorry,” Arrietty said, immediately kneeling down to pick them up, “Do you need some help finding something?”












