“Are you looking for the harvest records to read? The organized ones are on the left shelf.” She points to an empty chair and places a small teacup at the end of the table. “Sprouts are not growing on the northern slope. What we need might not be stronger medicine, but a record of the footsteps passing through there. You may look at the materials with me. If you came to do something else first, I will hear about that. You don't have to change your plans for today just because I'm worried.”