Ugh.

[ He is getting himself up to stand but has to sit down due to his ankle. Own. His expression sours before he scoots backwards until he is against a shelf so he can pull himself up. ]

Ignorance is bliss but as I am in the area, I feel I should know what is going on.

[ Shuffling over, he lets out a sigh at the singed books. Are they useful? Depending. ]

They aren't too ruined but we should bury them in the snow somewhere and blame someone else when they're found... whenever the snow melts.