"No."

Kiaane stops like, "lead the way".

Well this be awkward huh.
Fortunately, Kiaane resumes their gait once they figure out Martin is not going to lead after all.

"Why are you going to the location?"

"Have they not assigned duties to you?"

It takes them a moment to remember what making one's bed is. Kiaane hasn't slept in quite a while, so that accounts for that, and also just lack of chore-doing in general. Anyways, they've acknowledged that silently, apparently counting that as a duty. "Do you 'make' everyone's beds?"

Kiaane's still trying to remember if making one's bed takes a few hours. They acknowledge his statements with silence, again, though they do stop in place.
They're in a nice little clearing in front of the nearby forest now.

(Read "standing" as "stabbing", way to go @Me)

Well, it seems they're drawing a circle in the air. Nothing happens at first, but then there's just a sudden popping sound, like a firecracker, right in front of the two.

Kiaane then proceeds to pick Martin up by his armpits and step straight into the source of the noise, which had yet to even materialize completely. After a brief moment of what feels like falling straight up (basically falling but in the opposite direction), they put him down.
The bibliotheca is where they said their destination would be, and that appears to be where they are. It's a relatively small one, at least from what Martin can see. The bookshelves are only slightly taller than Kiaane themself, and they're not even packed with books, just populated if the books are people.

Well, at Martin's height, not to make fun of him, he can't see much. It's also kind of dark.
Kiaane summons some fire (they don't have electricity magic at the moment)--a very minimal amount of it--and blows it lightly towards a nearby torch, which lights, casting a purple hue across everything. Kiaane then continues on.

"The bibliotheca," comes the innocently bad answer.

With the purplish light emanating from the torch, it's a little easier to see, but he still can't see much, and the shelves in front are getting taller. As for the shelves, they don't even seem like wood. They're very polished. If they're wood, they're more like crafted instruments than anything.

It feels like violin wood, if he's ever felt that before.

Kiaane has stopped some distance ahead, pulling out a book with articulate preciseness.

In this time period, they don't put summaries on the back page. Kiaane doesn't even open it, though; they just continue ambling along the corridor, occasionally looking at covers and such but not really opening anything after that.