Nolly appeared in the room, handing her a calming draught. Esme knocked it down her throat and then returned the vial back in the elf's petite grasp with a small smile. Her fingers reached for the doorknob opening it widely. Without turning her head, left or right, she started walking towards the library. Her feet had somewhat remembered the ways of the manor, leading her to it. She trusted her instincts to guide her because if not. She would another panic attack.