She stares. For about three seconds. Then, she holds her hands out to reverently receive this wondrous gift.

A book. A whole book that belongs only to her, not to the clan. Exactly the one she wanted. Breathlessly, she cracks open the cover and peers at the first few words, as if to verify this is really happening, that the words are really all there and ready for her to read.

"I only read the first part of this one," she breathes. "I've wanted to read the rest for so long."

So long being any amount of time, really. She hugs it to her chest, beaming (which, on her, looks like shining eyes and parted lips; she's somewhat stoic).

"Ma serannas a thousand times. I--"

She has no idea what cultural significance signing a book has, but since he's offering, she considers.

"What part do you sign? Nothing will be covered up, will it?"