Third person's pov (I don't think I need to type this anymore)
Mia had resumed her work. The books and the sense of some familiarity brought some peace to her ever anxious mind. She still did not take much work load like she used to do earlier as her wound gave her pain from time to time. It did feel like something was weird when she was not able to lift the heavy cartons of books and move the cart around the library. But still, she tried to enjoy her work as much as she could, despite the pain.
