Being vexed, a sea

"[color=#e82a1f]I'll take those five then and make sure they're hidden in my private collection.  I have books just to have books, I think one of them is a list of people born in a certain ten year period, so me having just any book, is honestly, quite usual for me.[/color]"  When she finally sand onto the ottoman, she continued on to the floor, sitting there beside him and watching his face, checking to make sure that he was fine with this solution.  She would provide them until he told her other wise.  "[color=#e82a1f]Still a noble like yourself shouldn't be caught with, or even donating such things.[/color]"

That she understood.  As a commoner, and most recently kitchen staff she had so much more freedom than the high born man in front of her.  She envied them, sometimes, the nobles, they had so much freedom because of their wealth and standing, and then absolutely none when it came to something as simple of, what books they held in a private library.  And that she even held books to her name, legally, not borrowed nor "borrowed" from another library, meant she was well better off then a lot, and she knew she was lucky for what she did have, that she could earn money, good money, tutoring others.  "[color=#e82a1f]What you think is best, then, certainly you must know what's best, forgive my want to save every text from even a dog-earred page.[/color]"

Ophelia smiled up to him as she placed her hand on his knee, giving it a small pat for comfort.  Now that he was no longer needing that hug, she was able to focus on trying to cheer the younger man up some.