“Well.” Well. That’s all he could really say, since it was obvious as to what had just happened. In fact, Robin proceeded to buckle the books closed with an iron clasp. To ensure that none of the magic spells would be able to flicker out from sheer curiosity from other prying members of their crusade.
“I was to teach Morgan on how to cast Whirlwind. Just in case she were to ever need it in a dire situation...” Ah yes, a protective father would absolutely teach his daughter something of the sort like that.
“I’m afraid that the spell is too much for her just yet- but I’m proud of her for trying.” A quiet sigh, a small smile appointed upon his lips, the mage had tucked the proper book into his cloak. Where did it go? That’s magic for you.
“...We made quite a mess, haven’t we? I don’t suppose you stopped by to help clean some of this up?” Probably not, but the tactician went ahead and picked up the loose leaf pages strewn around. Some of them holding intriguing handwritten notes about Plegian culture.