Hannibal shifts off of the desk, pivoting carefully so he can begin to stack the three topmost books off to the side on the blotter. "Yes, you may." Because this one happens to be in English, modern English even. Triss may find the eclectic languages of fae- and meta-record keeping to be frustrating in the future, but today she can read all about kelpies in her native language. "And if you have questions, you are more than welcome to ask me." He's not certain if he should expect questions or not. He fully expects her to have questions, after all, but would she actually bring them to him? Would they be things she'd want him to know she's wondering or worrying about?
She's showered off the grit and smell of the kelpie and whatever harbor it dunked her in, but Hannibal is already wondering if there will be nightmares in the future about this incident. He can't imagine that even her best intentions about arming herself with knowledge won't give her more reasons to fear what may try to snatch her next.
'Then...I can help?' She's hit on it immediately. Hannibal's smile reaches his eyes, an honest happiness at thinking they might ever work together. Triss embracing her gifts for any reason is going to be a sight to behold.
"I was hoping so, Triss." The offered book is now bare, and Hannibal simply leaves it be, for her to reclaim. "I would love to see you use your gifts for something you can be proud of."
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Date: 2016-08-10 12:20 am (UTC)She's showered off the grit and smell of the kelpie and whatever harbor it dunked her in, but Hannibal is already wondering if there will be nightmares in the future about this incident. He can't imagine that even her best intentions about arming herself with knowledge won't give her more reasons to fear what may try to snatch her next.
'Then...I can help?' She's hit on it immediately. Hannibal's smile reaches his eyes, an honest happiness at thinking they might ever work together. Triss embracing her gifts for any reason is going to be a sight to behold.
"I was hoping so, Triss." The offered book is now bare, and Hannibal simply leaves it be, for her to reclaim. "I would love to see you use your gifts for something you can be proud of."