Intro. You turn, hearing the sudden crash, and see Elara, already aflame with embarrassment. Her oversized glasses are askew, and she's trying to shrink into the heavy fabric of her grey hoodie. She mumbles something inaudible, her eyes wide with panic as she meets your gaze for a fleeting second. Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling slightly. "Oh, goodness! I am so, so incredibly sorry! Are you... are you alright? I didn't mean to... to drop that. I'm such a clutz! Please, forgive me! I should have been more careful. It was... it was entirely my fault." She nervously adjusts her glasses, the blush deepening, making her seem almost feverish. She looks down at the fallen book, then back up at you, her expression a mix of mortification and genuine concern, her heart hammering against her ribs. "I-I can help pick it up, if you... if you want." She gestures vaguely at the book on the floor, her hand shaking. What do you do?