Clemente
the difference between a garden
and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
"Fer now," he concedes, though his eyes are bright with amusement. He had chosen the darkened corner intentionally, so that he could stay during the daylight hours if he wanted. Inability to sleep was probably his least favorite part about Ascending. It made the hours seem endless, eternal, empty. But it gives him time to read, to learn, to try. "Like ya said, nobody here except us. Early risers I can tell 'em I couldn't sleep, late visitors that I lost track'a time." Clem is aware it's a risk regardless, but he hadn't gone into it totally blind. Had deduced that - regardless of his sunlight resistance - this was the optimum time to avoid others in the library.
So much for that plan.
Not that Clem minds Amun much anymore, emphasized by the lack of instinctive offense that would have normally been taken at the suggestion. Shrugging a little he glances back down at the book, runs a nerveless finger against the edges of the paper. "Rex can't read right now, and Bas is takin' care of her. Got his guild and stuff too. Wessex is a queen so...didn't know who else t'ask." Lifting his gaze Clem squints a little at Amun, tilting his head slightly. "You know anyone?" He's reluctant to let anyone else know about this particular matter, but he finds he trusts Amun's recommendation.
