[She lets him do the harder part of the tugging and pulling, moving to the opposite side and trying to help push. It is probably one of the hardest things she's ever had to personally do. They manage to shift the bookcase right in front of the door right about the time a resounding thump slams against it.

Most likely the angel making an abrupt first contact, likely expecting no resistance. The bookshelf, however, holds it right in place. How long that'll last, Riddel can't say. Perhaps the statue will eventually tire of all of this, however, and leave the two of them in peace.

One can hope.

Loosing a sigh, Riddel takes a moment to try and tend to how she must look after all of that. A shame she gave it her hairpiece. She'll have to see if the locals might fashion something for her in its likeness.]

Thank you. I am very sorry about all of that. I did not expect such a thing would turn out as it did. I was unprepared.