[She passes through the reduced common room soon enough after Erik does to note the faint corrugated ripples left in the walls before they are smoothed over by repair. She doesn't immediately think tantrum - the walls are still standing - but she wonders why. Fiercely. She decides, after some consideration, to make at least a preliminary approach herself. She takes the book she borrowed from him as an excuse, still tucked under the slats of her windowseat through all the madness of the barge since then, and walks next door to his room, knuckles rapping gingerly.]