"What birthmark?" asked Helen curiously. She immediately followed Namara towards the bookshelves.
"Is there a book left by my parents?" asked Namara while looking at the book that was there.
"Your parents' book? Nothing."
Namara sighed in frustration. She looked at Helen seriously. "Do you know something secret? Maybe about my birth or when I was a baby."
She looked at Helen expectantly. Helen has been here a long time. Shouldn't you know something?
"What do you mean? Are you doubting your birth?" Helen shook her head, disoriented. After that, she turned away.
Namara's expression darkened. If there weren't any clues there then the only clues were the books she already had. There is no other way.
Namara walked randomly around several bookshelves. Suddenly her gaze was drawn to a shelf that only contained a few books. All the books on the shelf were old and damaged.