[He looks down at the folio he is crushing to himself, and forces himself to relax his grip on it, and transfer it to the desk. Then he goes back to look for more. The title of the one he'd first selected is picked out in plain black script on the cover page: NOTTES ON THE INSECKTS OF NEVARRA.]
[And presumably this means that she is safe to continue to speak to, so, Salvio continues to rummage around and add more pamphlets and folios and slim cheaply-bound books upon the pile of the desk. He produces about ten, and on the eleventh, pauses, and looks down at the one he's holding, then puts it back into the cupboard, and closes the door.
Hmmm...nah, I don't think they would, actually. She knows the stuff I'm getting her from the library, but everything from you is like a little surprise.
[Is that the word for it? Sort of. It gets at what he means, at least.]
They're only papers. Pamphlets. I would not want to--oversell them. And I do not know the, um, well, we've had conversations, but that is not to say that I am, entirely, wholly informed as to the-- to her tastes. The sister's, that is.
Well. I. Yes, that is-- That is a fair point. It is just that I-- do not wish to presume, or offend, or--
[And then abruptly he turns around and opens the cupboard again and gets out a slim volume, hand-bound. Its cover proclaims its title: BUTTERFLIES OF THE FREE MARCHES. Just as abruptly, he adds it to the stack and pushes it all closer to Athessa, then takes a step back.
There.]
You may distribute them to the sister as-- as you see fit. I will not interfere or, um. Yes. Just--as you will.
[ The push is just enough to rock her back on her heels, but not enough to make her lose balance. It's mostly a show, anyway, like oof look at all this reading material but it's all in good fun. Athessa smiles and bobs her head in acknowledgement. ]
Thank you, Seneschal. I'm sure the Sister will appreciate your choices.
[ At that she actually does leave, because the longer she stays here the more likely it is that Sister Sara will be toddling off through the halls again. ]
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[ She gestures blithely with the book she still holds. ]
I intercepted her on her way to return this one and get more, so I took her back to her room and told her to let me handle it.
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[He looks down at the folio he is crushing to himself, and forces himself to relax his grip on it, and transfer it to the desk. Then he goes back to look for more. The title of the one he'd first selected is picked out in plain black script on the cover page: NOTTES ON THE INSECKTS OF NEVARRA.]
Have you... suffered from the grippe, yourself?
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[ She cranes her neck and leans, trying to get a better look at the folio, but only gets as far as NOTTES ON THE INS- ]
Glad of it, too, seems fucking miserable.
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[And presumably this means that she is safe to continue to speak to, so, Salvio continues to rummage around and add more pamphlets and folios and slim cheaply-bound books upon the pile of the desk. He produces about ten, and on the eleventh, pauses, and looks down at the one he's holding, then puts it back into the cupboard, and closes the door.
Then he considers the stack once more.]
Does that... seem adequate?
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I'll be back for more if it isn't. I still have to get regular book-books from the library, anyway.
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[He turns around to close the cupboard, quickly.]
Has the sister given you a-- a list, of requests? For the library?
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[ She looks up as she rattles off the titles and authors, as if reading them off the ceiling. ]
So basically the whole library.
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[Salvio looks at the stack of folios. He rubs the fingertips of his right hand together, a compulsive movement.]
Um. Present the books to her first, if you will. I think they may be more... more interesting to her.
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[Is that the word for it? Sort of. It gets at what he means, at least.]
They're only papers. Pamphlets. I would not want to--oversell them. And I do not know the, um, well, we've had conversations, but that is not to say that I am, entirely, wholly informed as to the-- to her tastes. The sister's, that is.
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[And then abruptly he turns around and opens the cupboard again and gets out a slim volume, hand-bound. Its cover proclaims its title: BUTTERFLIES OF THE FREE MARCHES. Just as abruptly, he adds it to the stack and pushes it all closer to Athessa, then takes a step back.
There.]
You may distribute them to the sister as-- as you see fit. I will not interfere or, um. Yes. Just--as you will.
And thank you.
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Thank you, Seneschal. I'm sure the Sister will appreciate your choices.
[ At that she actually does leave, because the longer she stays here the more likely it is that Sister Sara will be toddling off through the halls again. ]