[It's not surprising that more people than her would end up in the library, trying to distract themselves; the stacks and forced societal expectations of quiet makes it simple for someone to go unseen. But Toriel acknowledges, and Lucretia greets her with a little wave.]

I... find myself out here for similar reasons, seeing as my room is otherwise occupied. Aside from having to relive quite a bit of trauma, I suppose it could be worse.

[That's not. Well. That was close. She puts her hand on her face, dragging it down the skin a little.]

Though this part is awful, too.