[One day, when Desi is about to leave the library early for the umpteenth time, a glyph pulls her behind a bookshelf.]

Desidera, what is going on? You've been morose, un-talkative, and plainly exhausted for days now. I won't claim that we're the very best of friends, but I think that we're close enough that you should be able to talk to me about your problems.