He nodded slowly as he sat down on the bench, his eyes drawn back towards Diana. "It was the same for me when I was young, though my refuge was the library. Philosophies, histories, geographies, technical treatises," his eyes drifted back up, to the birds flitting about over his head. He let out a long breath, his shoulders dropping down as he relaxed. "They left me be there, when they could."<br/><br/>He turned slowly towards Diana, gesturing towards the book she had, "I take it you are a learned woman yourself."