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.
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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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[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. ]