"I haven't studied them in a formal capacity, but I consider myself a lifelong admirer." Claude smiles, charmed by her obvious passion. "I'd love to hear more about your studies sometime.

Claude had also focused on the most practical information first-- food and safety. What he can eat, what might try to eat him... always good to know where you are in the food chain, whether it's the literal one or a more metaphorical social chain.

He's fine allowing the conversation to lull into the comfortable silence of two people working separately, near one another. Another quiet presence, the faint scratch of pen against paper-- it reminds him of sneaking into library at Garreg Mach late at night, before everything went wrong. He pushes the bittersweet memory away-- there's too much to do here, so much to learn. A new community, a new world that he has to adjust to if he's going to figure out how to keep moving towards his dream. He absently twirls the pen between his fingers as he reads a text explaining the domains of the goddesses and the demons, mind moving too fast for his fingers to stay still even when they have nothing to write.