With her book out of her hands, Winter has unconsciously picked up Raquel, holding the stuffed toy in her arms - either the desire was part of the Echo that gave him to her, or it's just instinct, but either way it looks natural.

"I... do," she admits. "He's... comfortable. And I c-can't help but feel he's important, somehow. I w-wonder if he's related to not-me and that pink-haired girl...?"

Even through the anxiety, her mind is whirling - there wasn't much to go on, but could there be a connection between the three bits of knowledge she had? A blue plushie, a book of poems, and a student council president?

A scowl comes to her face after a moment. "I... don't know enough. I need... more." It comes out in almost a whisper, just loud enough to carry in the quiet library.