"Now that's something I have in abundance," Rialynn grinned, swinging her arms to get them limbered up and prepared to go get the saddlebags next and empty their contents on the growing pile weighing down her bed. Kunia was very helpfully sorting through the books and shelving them one by one.

"What do you feel like making?" she asked, making brisk strides through the house so she could power through the last of the moving. She could probably get the rest of her things with just one more trip. And if they wound up in a food coma and she was too tired to move everything off of her bed, well... There was always the couch?