The book had...branded him. Every arcane knowledgeable part of her was shrieking in alarm, but it wasn't her way to panic. "Koishii, you have something burned into your back. The sigil for Fire. Does it hurt?" She rose up to move to inspect his back closer. Her brows are furrowed unhappily. No, she really didn't like him being hurt.

Little care is shown to the shirt as she opens it further to see whether the brand has bubbled, or if there is anything she can do for it. She then stood straight, peering at the shelf, looking for exactly where and in what section it's fallen from. (Survey says?)