Ulodin trotted up with a book under one arm. "Read to me," she said, and unceremoniously dumped it on Khamul's lap. But it was polite to give gifts to those who had helped you with something, wasn't it? So after a moment of thought she added a nice seashell for his desk.
Khamûl smiled at the little Ainu, not the least bit upset by her approach. Children were (usually) fairly harmless, and Ainu-children in particular were charmingly fearless around him. Animals hated him, most sane living things hated him, but little Ainur treated him like a normal person.
“Of course, little lady.” Lifting the book to set on his desk-- and taking a moment to place the seashell in a spot of honor near his inkwell-- he peered down at her. “Would you like to sit on my lap, or are you comfortable down there?”
