tacerevatum:

    _{“—Then come to the Crystarium with me. Or to my dorm, really. I store the books the library doesn’t own but I’ve come across on my bookshelf, so… You’re welcome to borrow them.”}

    _{His offer was rather innocent at heart. The masses of tomes that lined his bedroom were rather concerning to those who knew they were not, for the most part, of educational or magical merit. Still, he smiled and gave his approval for her to simply meander in, as she was someone he did trust and figured would not find themselves in harm’s way there. Only after he offered, though, did it process that such an offer could be perceived in another way.}

    _{“—N-Not with me, of course, but… you’d… need the key…”}

         _{The potential insinuation of his words practically flew right over her head, as oblivious as she was to such connotations. So instead she just smiled a little wider at the idea of being able to borrow some of his books and reading tales of princesses and knights and lore and things that she could vaguely imagine, but could not truly see in her mind.}

                       _{”Really? Are you sure that it’s okay for me to borrow them?”}

                  _{Oh, she would hate for anything to accidentally befall his books, though she would try her best to take care of them for as long as they were in her possession. Somehow she felt that this was some show of trust, which was a nice thing to acknowledge.}

              _{”The halls here still confuse me, it may be best with a guide…”}