She sighs, letting go of the wild ambition. "I don't want to be stuck here doing what other people tell me to do with no way out. But I don't want to be working in someone else's library. I'd like to work in one here. There isn't one yet, but..." and maybe it's not giving up a crazy dream, just cleaving to a different ones, "I can't change that if I leave." She holds out the book. "Here."
Inric doesn't move. "I have not agreed to any bargain."
"It's your book, not mine," Orien says, a little irritated.
He takes it, pauses, and sighs as if in resignation. "If you wish to visit, it can be arranged."
Orien brightens. After all that, to still be able to visit would be perfect. "Oh, yes! But - how? And when?"
"Tiero will return. You may ask then, if you are still interested."