“Oh!” Agnès let out an exclamation, her body colliding with someone else’s in the middle of the library halls.
“Pardon me--I didn’t know where I was looking, and--” Agnes’ skin was flush with embarassment, looking down not only to save face but to see what had been dropped, and if she could pick it up. She was a religious leader and yet here she was, bumping into people like the wayward vestal she used to be... “You’re not hurt, are you?”
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