Brisa looked up at him and blinked owlishly; an expression that those who knew her were all too familiar with.  Surprise coupled with an unstoppable curiosity.  Books were so very valuable; they were all painstakingly crafted by hand and rarely duplicated.  She desperately wanted that book; if it was as he claimed it could teach her from where Autry left off. 

She carefully put away her spellbook, wrapping it carefully in is protective cover, and slipping it into her satchel.  Then with reverent hands she reached for the book.  She opened it, quickly scanning the pages.  She let out a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding.  It was written in common; that was lucky.  Then she took a moment to look at the entries a bit closer.   Detailed and very precise they included the plants name, other names it was likely to be known as, where it grew, what it looked like, what valuable properties it had, and how to prepare it.  In some cases it included clear precise sketches.  

She shook her head softly. 

“I can't, its too valuable” but she didn't hand the book back.  Instead she kept staring at it in awed pleasure.  Suddenly she remembered her manners.  “I mean thank you so very much.  Are you sure?  This is wonderful.”