Kendra looks... considerably paler, by the time Celeste returns, but also surprisingly resilient. After a moment to compose herself, she smiles at Celeste, not-quite forced, even. "I'll have the courier take these, tomorrow," she says, shaking her head at the posed question. "Aside from his normal research, I'm afraid I can't say, in particular. Perhaps... the books that he wants you to deliver might hold some clues?" she offers, picking up the key that had fallen on the table when the will was opened, and passing it to Celeste. "I wish I could be of more help."