Gwenifar watched as he made his way to the bookshelves, furrowing her brows in confusion. Something which he had shelved? While they both enjoyed books, reading, and learning, she hadn't expected whatever it was to be out in the open for them.
Her shock at the herbology book was evident on her face. It was a vibrant green cover, with wonderful details on it. Still in pristine condition, written by the same person who had been the one she carried about in her early days of being a cleric. The beaten up second hand book she'd managed to get during a trip to Candlekeep. Discarded for being out of date, she had poured over it, writing notes in the margins, updating it with what she had noticed during her own experiments. It had long fallen apart but...
It had been one of the books she had lent to Gale until she could get books into the infirmary, all those years ago. To hear he had done that...
She felt a bit of a sting in her eyes and raised a hand to wipe away the tears.
"I'm sorry, it's wonderful, I appreciate it," she began to explain, thinking about that awkward young woman still trying to figure out her footing in those days. "I just..."
She shook her head. She had stalled leaving, she recalled. A bit of curiosity on if she'd see that insubordinate wizard again. But she'd talked herself into think realistically. Thinking that...
How could someone like him give her a second thought?
Apparently, her young self had been terribly wrong.
"I thought about you, at times, as well." She gave a bit of a small smile, shaking her head. "Even if I didn't understand why I did." Silly daydreams would pop up and she would've chased them away. "I thought it was a ridiculous notion to think you would think of...Me, then. And how I was."
She held the book close to her, appreciating it and what it meant.