Willow glances between them and grins. "Ozpin has pretty much the same concept of a reasonable number of books as we do - so, basically a library."

She looks to the empty shelves, and it's hard to think back to the end of the dream and all the harm it rained down on all of them. She doesn't want to linger on those memories either, or get into too many questions about it.

"We'll keep our eyes open too for anything from home you might like," she answers with a smile.