He did not understand all of the words fluttering from Cijii's mouth. Or rather, he understood the words but not the man's meaning behind them. Their discussion about the deception and Cijii's so-called feelings for him would have to wait until after though. "Go, Cijii. It's not as if I can disappear into thin air. We can continue this when you come back I suppose," he sighed, nodding his head to the other man though not unkindly.
Imogene turned then to the walls upon walls of books. In any other circumstance he would be in a daze, not knowing where to start. He would have loved to spend a lifetime reading every single one of them but at that particular moment in time there was only one book that preyed upon his mind.
Treading softly, it took a great deal of restraint to keep from pausing to read titles or trail his fingertips along the old spines of ancient tomes. "Jaibah," he called out gently, not sure where the other man had gotten to and if he could even hear him in the first place. "Can we at least talk about the book? There is knowledge in it that I needed for my research. Perhaps we could share?"