"I'm aware," he answers lightly. Of the weight of things, the age of them, as well as the value of seeking greater treasures regardless. His own experience of books is a patchwork of life lived without and life lived surrounded. While they're not unfamiliar in the slightest, they lack centrality to him. A valuable tool, certainly, but only one of several that might lead to the knowledge one seeks.

In the dusty shop of a hovering bookseller, though, he knows well enough to play the part of a dedicated scholar. One who's actively considering purchasing something, even.

"I've yet to find anything promising here." His attention shifts back to the title in his own hand, a serviceable but not at all rare treatise on spirit healing. "Have you?"