[His mouth presses and he tries very hard not to laugh at her for reaching back for the door. He can only imagine, as a newly awakening undead, he was likewise pretty stupid. Maybe even extremely stupid. But hey, they were trying.
He nods his head, pulling her further.]
Reading... It's where... the words you hear... and think... are written... And they become... stories...
[He doesn't know if she'll be able to do it. He was capable of reading, but he's not sure how along she is. The page could be nothing more than a page to her, or even simple "not food" and so uninteresting. But she's surprised so far.
He grabs the first one in reach, a little picture that was left to moulder with it's spine up. He picks up and turns it over to her.]
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He nods his head, pulling her further.]
Reading... It's where... the words you hear... and think... are written... And they become... stories...
[He doesn't know if she'll be able to do it. He was capable of reading, but he's not sure how along she is. The page could be nothing more than a page to her, or even simple "not food" and so uninteresting. But she's surprised so far.
He grabs the first one in reach, a little picture that was left to moulder with it's spine up. He picks up and turns it over to her.]