Now, Nephele is no expert on Grounders, but she has recorded a significant amount of interactions both with herself and each other. Covering the mouth when speaking is not one of them, though now she pays close attention to the action, wondering what could be the cause of it. Bad breath perhaps? Fright? Why the man would be frightened of her - barely five feet tall and a fraction of his weight - is beyond her, but she's not going to give him reason not to be. Always good to have things tilt in her favor.
"Do you find comfort in your own voice then?" Again, not precisely condescending but pointed nonetheless. She drifts closer, wings humming softly in the sheer silence of the library. "What is it you seek? I am here for history of the Grounds, you are all quite...intriguing." A reluctant admission at best, but it's not like she can lie. And she won't let him escape this conversation, not when he is so peculiar himself. A prime specimen.
"Do you find comfort in your own voice then?" Again, not precisely condescending but pointed nonetheless. She drifts closer, wings humming softly in the sheer silence of the library. "What is it you seek? I am here for history of the Grounds, you are all quite...intriguing." A reluctant admission at best, but it's not like she can lie. And she won't let him escape this conversation, not when he is so peculiar himself. A prime specimen.
Your goodness must have some edge to it -- else it is none
