[and to be honest, some of that blabbering goes in one ear and out the other, while some of it he picks up on. He can't pay attention to every word, since he's not always so connected to the present moment after all. One of the things he does catch though is the question of if he reads a lot, which is an obvious no since he's completely illiterate.
However instead of shaking his head or saying no instead he'll take out the one book he owns to show him. It's a fairly old book from his world, and it's written in some strange foreign language. However the book itself wasn't important, it was what's inside of it: many pressed flowers (many of which he had pointed out earlier as what he painted on the mural), a crow's feather, and even items he added to it since coming to luceti: two folded up drawings, a sprig of holly, and a pressed white rose. This was a book but instead of reading it's words he read the objects inside of it for their memories.]
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However instead of shaking his head or saying no instead he'll take out the one book he owns to show him. It's a fairly old book from his world, and it's written in some strange foreign language. However the book itself wasn't important, it was what's inside of it: many pressed flowers (many of which he had pointed out earlier as what he painted on the mural), a crow's feather, and even items he added to it since coming to luceti: two folded up drawings, a sprig of holly, and a pressed white rose. This was a book but instead of reading it's words he read the objects inside of it for their memories.]