"I- then yes," Parafi nods.

"Cool. Are you okay if I leave you for a while? If you need me, it should be easy to find me or one my brothers."

"Yes, that- that's fine. Don't- let me keep you?"

(Parafi is, perhaps, a little more focused on the book in his hand than what he's saying.)

Good for him. Teronmas leaves him be.

Yeah, Parafi is probably not going to move from where he's curled up until someone tells him he has to, too busy avidly devouring the books Teronmas found him.

Then that will keep Parafi entertained.

A kid swings by, sees the pile of books and then starts arranging Parafi's book pile. From thickest to thinnest.

Parafi notices the kid the minute he appears, but to begin with just observes him from behind his book. After a moment, he steels himself a little, tilts his head. "Hi?"

"I am helping!"

...He is hopelessly out of his depth here. But-

"Yeah," he agrees with a small smile. "You are." Beat. "Uh- do you- help often?"

"Yup." The kid says and arranging the book pile according to some inscrutable but precise angular principle.

He watches for a moment longer. (Happy, really, to see the kid so comfortable, even if he isn't entirely cognisant of that emotion or what it is.) After a moment he speaks again: "How're you arranging them?"

"Not-to-fall-ness!"

"Good way," Parafi agrees. "...wanna teach me how?"

The kid nods. "You have to make the weight be all the same over all around."

"Mmm. I can try to give you a hand? You might need to keep me right?"

"Dunno, do you shake?"

"I- don't know what that is." Parafi deflates a little at that.

The kid stares at him and then raises a hand and starts shaking it.

"I- no?"

Nod. The kid shows how to to balance the books.

And Parafi is attentive and picks it up fairly quickly!

Then they can do that, until someone calls the kid away. A woman that's likely the kid's mom. Her hands shake visibly even from a distance.

Parafi watches, a little sadly. He hopes they'll be okay, but he's not sure what he could do to help. He just thanks the boy for teaching him and bids him goodbye.

Then he'll go back to reading.

The books are there for him! So reliable, these books.

One of the triplets - they don't use identical clothes, so Parafi can tell it isn't Teronmas - approaches. "Is everything alright, Parafi?"

He looks up, a little startled. "I, uh, yes, sir. Ter- Mr Teronmas said it was okay to read?"