[He was like a man grieving, Waver deduced. He was trying to busy himself with a sense of 'normalcy' while his sorrow bubbled just below the surface. He knew that feeling well, from when his own family passed on years before-- but the reasons were still a step beyond Waver's knowledge.

There was only so much he could understand based on observation alone.]

That sounds difficult, [Waver commented, pulling out the package of books and setting them on the table while Regis worked.] And I suppose you'd find it strange that there are actually some cultures that eat horses too, if you only learned about them here.

[And, pushing the package closer to Regis, Waver continued.]

I suppose you're curious about other kinds of literature, too?