The girls pale blue green eyes were curious as she accepted the book, opening it even as she pulled her legs up off the ground to sit with them crossed; it wasn't proper posture by any means but she was in her own room and in garments that made it easy enough to do. The robe split open the, the rich plum setting off the sheer layers of the 'pants' that clad her long toned legs. The fabric was bound at her ankles with a golden band of beads, her ankles also decorated with golden bands that mimicked the bracelets around her wrists as she scanned the page to find the word that gave him such issues.<br/><br/>Absently she bit her lower lip, teeth working it back and forth as she contemplated what she knew, it was a tricky word no doubt, and an old one which made sense that it had caught him up. It was also nothing like what it sounded. Once she had mentally pieced together all she could think of about the word she glanced at him, another one of her trademark gentle, bright smiles on her lips.<br/><br/>"You really shouldn't feel bad, its comes from the archaic form of the old tongue from the country across the sea; that language was hard to learn, and it still trips me up. It doesn't even sound right when you say it really, least not compared to how it looks." Her finger tapped the word on the page even as she pronounced it carefully, slowly so he could pick up on the phonetics. "<em>Chirurgeon</em>, and you are right, it means a surgeon; which is so much more a proper word don't you think?"<br/><br/>Her eyes crinkled a touch as she let her mirth show in her eyes; it was easy enough for her to make jokes and poke at the forms of language considering how she had been raised on it as mother's milk almost. The redhead's attention went back to the book then, to read the page that was open in a time that was likely a fourth what it would take most people, the hand not holding the book idly toyed with a lock of her coppery hair. That was a sign of her not being as much at ease as she usually was, toying with her hair, or with anything on her was nervous energy, something she usually managed to block out, but now she was denying that there was anything wrong. "This book doesn't seem very much for pleasure reading, I could always lend you something more exciting should you care for it, and less likely to force you to unravel archaic tongues."<br/><br/>Fiona glanced at Atticus again then, closing the book softly and offering it back up to him, leaving off on winding her golden red hair around her finger over and over again. "We can practice saying the word if you like though, I know you like to get everything just perfect. I admire that about you, how much you strive."