Freylan stood by the table, watching his silhouette flicker in the firelight, holding herself close with her arms. With his human vision, he probably couldn't see the house. Freylan couldn't tell if she thought that was a good or a bad thing. She watched with eyes made keener by the night how he shivered, water dripping from his jacket. Didn't humans die if they got too cold? They caught illness so easily... "I-I'm sorry, I don't have any food for you..." she said in a quiet voice, turning towards the books so that she would stop staring at him.
A finger ran over the leather edge of one book, then carefully turned it open. Typed print... All the books Freylan had were handwritten. "These books are so new," she whispered, her voice growing even quieter in awe at what she was touching. It was a textbook about the movement of the stars. The diagrams were so detailed... They even had information on planets that Freylan hadn't been able to glimpse in the night sky.