Liniwa lifted his head slightly to look at Kieara, seeing her talk about the flip book. It was nice, yes. But it was a reminder to him about today. He set the flip book down on the table and lied there for a moment. What was there for him to do right now? He didn't have anything around that interested him now that he had settled here. Well, he could compare things. His clothing was different than Kieara's, material wise. Buckskin, compared to whatever fabric Kieara's clothing was made of. If he had different material based clothing, maybe he wouldn't look so much like a Native? Maybe...