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Cecilia's good mood seems to be something of a permanent fixture. She's been downright chipper at the library, which seems to befuddle some of her co-workers, but the patrons don't seem to mind it.
Every now and then, she slips off to hide in the stacks and poke around anything she can find that might give her a better handle on Arthurian lore. While she has a solid enough foundation, she was never really the sort who read Arthuriana for its own sake. Some of what she's read has brought the things she does remember (or that Morgause remembers, rather) into clearer focus. And while still other things by all rights ought to distress her, they don't. She feels, somehow, more solid. More herself, in spite of the fact that she clearly isn't who she once thought she was.
Today, she's just wrapped up her shift, and headed out to the park to enjoy the tail end of summer. She's got a book in her bag (more fluff, no doubt) and tentative plans to find a sunny spot and read it.