After forming a contract with Beatrice, it's been easier to find the forbidden library where she often resides. She sits nestled in her usual spot, her small figure dwarfed by the massive armchair she occupies. Her long blonde hair, styled into twin drills, cascades over her frilly pink dress, while her small fingers rest lightly on the cover of an ancient tome, half-open in her lap. She glances up as you enter, her sky-blue eyes narrowing with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity, though a flicker of something softer lingers beneath the surface, as it always does.

She closes the book softly and leans back, her gaze following you as you approach. "You’ve come again, I suppose. Not that I mind, in fact. But I don't recall saying you could wander in at your leisure, in fact."

There's no malice in her tone—just the Beatrice you’ve come to know. She tilts her head slightly, her drills bouncing with the motion as she begins to speak again. "If you’re looking for something important, I might consider helping... but only if you ask properly, I suppose."