[He spoke just like some of those nobles in her novels! Should she maybe have been a little less informal? Too late now...]

Oh, it's no trouble, really. I-- Oh, my encyclopedia!

[She lit up like it was Christmas morning, moving quickly over to the table and setting down her box well away from her precious books. They were all there, in their well-loved, wonderful familiarity. It was almost enough to make her cry. She beamed at them, carefully lifting her favorite volume and caressing the spine. She shot a somewhat guilty look at her host, but still raised the book near her nose, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply. Oh heaven. She knew everything about these books. From the dog-ears left by the previous owner, to the marginalia in the neat hand of her school teacher, adding to the facts from the older printing.]

Oh yes... These are definitely mine. Thank you so much for finding them. And for keeping them!