Though she was sincerely tempted to head right up and knock on Matilda's door Kaine lingered, and had the great misfortune of facing Bert as he went and said that. She bit her lip even as her face exploded in a familiar, deep shade that seemed vibrant against her pale skin. It was the most horrid curse in the world to be so prone to blushing. "'Remarkable', right, ha ha, I get it." He was messing with her in that way that he seemed to mess with a lot of different things. Smiling even when he felt like swallowing knives.

"We've always had books. Commerce and Farcade both manufacture paper out of trees and these strange plants, respectively. Most of them are kept here for safekeeping and Aelious lets people rent them out since there's usually only one copy of something. We have paper but we don't have a way to mass produce things like that. If you open any one of these you'll see that they're hand written." She pointed to the small markings on each end of a book case, it was how they classified everything.

"The books that are in my house are from Aerie. I found almost all of them after," She paused, and scuffed her shoes along the cracked ground, "… After I accidentally ripped it apart. It was the only place with another library like this one. Seemed a waste to just let them rot."