A polite nod. "A pleasure," he replied, and he stepped back as Simon opened the door, and he paled once again at the sight of all those books. "Enjoy your search," he said in a tense voice as he backed away, and turned on his heel to leave in a great hurry.
He needed to tell Katrina what was going on, and he needed to clear the books out of his site in their room. It could not get worse, or so he thought. The idea of being gibbering in a corner....
It had only happened once before, and that was different. There was a certainty that it would not happen again- or it might have been a foolish hope, but time would tell.
Ichabod hurried away, his quick walk quite stiff as he headed back to his room to sort out his mind, his thoughts. He only hoped that he would not faint as a result of any fear, but he already knew what the likelihood of that was; better to hope that no one was present when he did.