She leads the way, moving steadily and not looking around at all. She does keep an ear out for Picassos, but she can do that while she walks.

No Picassos.

Good.

It's a bit of a hike, but they make it there without incident. Half the books seem to have melted like wax, and the desk lamp is a stuffed seagull, but it is the promised library.

"You knew this—by sound? What's your range? Shouldn't this make nearby sounds be unbearably loud?"

"Hundred blocks? Nearby is... more, not bad."

"More... well you could hear that a place was a library that's pretty... incredible. Wow. Wow. You can totally find your way out of here more easily than I can."

"Need to... know, what I'm... looking for. But yes."

"Places that make sense? More or less? You'll probably notice the weird things if your hearing is this good—and wow I'm gonna want you to tell... or write... or communicate me about these superpowers later, if that's okay with you? But anyway, yes, places that make sense. A door to a bathroom that leads to an actual bathroom, less non-Euclidean shenanigans, stay away from one-way doors by the way, buildings that don't intersect other buildings..."

She nods.

"Need sleep, soon. Nap."

"Okay. You got a good place to sleep in range? And would you wake up if you heard a Picasso, do you think?"

She nods. "Picasso, monsters? Yeah. Bedlam quiet, though."

"Bedlam. Child of madness. Bedlam, chaos incarnate, yes, she's quiet for a while then she shows up. You met her? Most people don't. They think she doesn't exist."

Nod. "Creepy. But... sad?" She makes the wobbly 'enh' hand gesture again.

"Bedlam? Or Picassos?"

"Bedlam. Picassos, just sad."

She backs out of the room and heads toward a reasonably sensible nearby bedroom, making sure Sadde is following.

She follows.

"Yes. The child of madness wants friends, doesn't understand her friends and discards or forget them later. She doesn't have much of an attention span."

Nod.

"Asked if I... wanted, that. Didn't..." the pause is particularly long this time, and ends with a frustrated sigh rather than words.

She shakes her head. "Bedlam always wants everyone to be her 'friend' even if it's terrible for them..."

Nod. "Didn't understand terrible. Something missing," she asserts, tapping her head, "wonder why."

"Who knows? She's a goddess, you don't question them, you accept."

She snorts, and walks on without further comment.

She follows. "I mean, I understand that on Earth gods don't really exist—you're from Earth, right? Only way you wouldn't know Bedlam. Anyway, the City has Bedlam. There are rumors about an Echo but her I've never met."

"Mmhmm," turn here, pick her way through the assorted plastic toys covering the floor of this room, "met her. Kid." Don't step on the rubber chicken it'll make an awful sound, "powerful kid, weird kid, still, kid."

"Being a kid doesn't make her less locally omnipotent."

Shrug.