Even though Devyn had left him on his own with her suitcase unlocked (he didn't believe it was an oversight, just that she didn't think she had anything of value to hide from him), Waver did his examinations hurriedly, not lingering on the notes, though he picked up a little here and there from flipping through. The notes on magic and the Mystic Codes they were searching for caught his attention, but most of it was likely from information he'd given himself. There wasn't much else that made sense.

Finally, once Waver had seen everything the room had to offer, he settled onto the bed Devyn had indicated for him, along with a couple of the books from the shelf, after blowing the dust off of them. Sitting with his back to the wall, shoes off, he could almost get comfortable, almost pretend he was in a dorm or a very spare hotel rather than a prison. For a while, Waver only flipped through the books he'd randomly chosen without reading in earnest. It felt comforting just looking at them, after so long of having nothing to look at but bare walls.