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I don't at all. I've just woken up and haven't made plans for the day.

[He moves himself further onto the nook by turning to face her more squarely, bringing one leg up to rest on the edge.]

[ She tilts her chin upward, trying to catch his gaze.] Are you sure? We can go to your room or somewhere else if you want...

[He locks eyes with her.]

Positively. I will leave location choice up to you.

It would make me feel better if you picked. [ That way she knows for sure that she's not putting him out.]

[There's a small quirk of a smile at that.]

Here is perfectly fine with me, [as he remains sitting on the edge of the nook.]

[ She moves to scoot over so Gansey can get in the nook instead of sitting on the edge uncomfortably, patting the spot next her. ]

I have a few books in here, if you want to read any of them. [ There's three true crime books, Andrew Lang's Blue Fairy Book and The Mists of Avalon. ]

[Oh! This is nice. He wasn't sure if Betty would be comfortable with him so close. He moves to the spot Betty indicates and leans back casually.]

I'll take any of your recommendations.

How do you feel about fairytales? Or Arthurian legends? [ she moves to lay back a little, to get comfortable.]

I feel very strongly about Arthurian legends.

[His eyes light up as he sits back up to look over at her.]

All of them more grandiose than the last version. King Arthur is currently a person of interest.

[ She grins a bit, moving to offer him the Mists of Avalon.] Really?

I've told you about my quest for Glendower before. It turns out it's even grander than even I could have imagined. I've found leads connecting Glendower and King Arthur directly.

[ Her eyebrows perk up at that, she's not skeptical so much as she's interested--] So did he actually exist? King Arthur?

Evidence is piling up--those legends simply dilute the truth with every retelling.

[He beams at the interest she's showing.]

So... was Glendower his contemporary?

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Even better...a descendant.

[ She looks impressed by this idea.] And how do you do research? Do you do it here?

I do. There's plenty of information to be had that seems to be consistent with everything I know from home. There's no way to truly know for sure, of course.

[He's delighted by her interest.]

So is that what you're researching here then?

It is. I've been spending most of my spare time either at the library researching or in my room sifting through the information.

If you ever need help... [ She smiles at him.] I was in charge of my school's newspaper and researching was kind of my thing...

[He smiles back at her.]

That would be wonderful. I can always use more hands.

[He leans back on the pillows in the little nest that is next to the window, taking the book that Betty offered.]

It might help having new, fresh eyes looking at everything.

I'm not sure how fresh they are at the moment-- [ She smiles a little self-deprecatingly, she leans back even more.] But I'd be really happy to help you however I can.

Not right now of course, [he offers a sympathetic little smile.]

For now--relaxing with our books.

Yes, relaxing. [ She smiles softly, gratefully, moving to get comfortable completely and open up her book to where she'd left off. Already her eyes are feeling heavy, after just a few moments but she struggles to keep them open. ]

[He happily gets to his own book and begins--he's a voracious reader and definitely reads faster than most people. After a few minutes of not hearing Betty turn a page, he looks over at her, noticing her struggle to keep awake.]

Sleep, [he murmurs, not wanting to disturb her too much.] I'll be here when you wake up.