Perfect, no feelings disasters tonight, and he's pretty pleased with the enthusiasm for reading. Findlay waits for her to pick out a book, stepping further into the room, and when she offers it up, he takes it in hand and looks it over. Ah, this one -- he's seen it in bookstores. It's cute.

"Ahh, good choice." He smiles, nods towards her tiny bed, and the wisp bounces over in that direction. "Why don't you hop into bed, and I'll give this a read."