Concern read easily on his face, as he watched Professor Vance gently rubbing her head before looking up as he came into view. He gave her a nod, confirming her suspicions over his name. ”Remy, that’s right Professor.” But he wasn’t worried about himself right now, she’d yelped pretty loudly - and books could hurt. He would know, his siblings occasionally threw them at him when they were in a tantrum. And they could throw hard when they were upset or yelling. Even though they weren’t three yet.

Stepping closer, he started to raise his hand to her head before he stopped. ”Can I check you aren’t bleeding for you? If you have split your scalp, you should really go and see Healer Reed.” Then he shut up so that he could listen to her, looking over his shoulder at the section of the maze he had come from. ”No, sorry Professor. I didn’t see anyone else. I’ve been alone since I got here as far as I know.”

Looking down at the two hands in her hand, and then upwards at the book wall, he looked for where they had originally been placed. ”Would you like me to put them back?” His height had to come in useful for something, after all. Raising his empty hand as she decided if she needed the books or not, he checked the space to make sure there was nothing obstructing where he was going to put them. No, nothing. Hmmm…. Wonder what happened there to make them fall….???