Ilia's eyes were flickering at a row of books looking for on in particular. It doesn't seem like this collection has the version she is looking for after all. A discontented sigh escaping her unpainted, dark lips. She grabbed a book that interested her a little, leafing through it. After several moments she shook her head, putting it away. She adjusted the skin between her legs and started walking toward the main area. Her eyes flicker around the large library as she moves. Her shoulders raise slowly, seeing all the people. Ilia hugs underneath her exposed bosom and started letting her nerves get the best of her. She couldn't exactly grab her crossbow and open fire, so she felt vulnerable.<br/><br/>Ilia gave a low sigh again, trying to exhale her nerves. In this state her eyes lock on to flame red hair, moving toward the mass of people. She remembered her mother had the same kind of hair, for the brief time that she spent with her. Ilia focused on Helena's hair and started to feel a calm creep over her. She let out a third, and final heavy breath as her nerves started to even out. She was still feeling the effects of being around all these people, and none of them dressed as free as her. She never liked being around people. Ilia would have never came to this place if it wasn't for the book she wanted.<br/><br/>She found a seat behind that lovely redhead, finding in her comfort other than memories of her mother. It wasn't attraction at this stage, of course. Ilia was simply finding her self more at ease. She found herself leaned back in the seat, getting comfortable and closing her eyes. She didn't expect anything in the will to pertain to her, so no she wasn't worried if she dozed off.  The dark woman took a moment to pull her long black hair into a ponytail. Feeling satisfied and resting into the comfortable chair, she smiled and relaxed.