Moving in wasn't a big problem. They'd gotten all of her - what Zory called her - shiny things packed away, and the problem was getting everything into this berth she and Zory had been given...
She wasn't doing too badly. She had forgotten how heavy these boxes were in the last few hours. She was currently lugging a box not of clothes, but of books to where she was supposed to sleep and live for the future. Up the ramp, it required her to actually carry the box rather than slide it
She saw an older gentleman approach her and with his greeting, she had to return it. "Ni how, and thank you." She tried to pick the box up again, bracing the bottom fearing that it might break. "I just couldn't leave these behind," she said partially joking...