[koby nods so emphatically his glasses fall out of his hair, land crooked on his nose, getting a sudden huff of laughter as he reaches up to adjust them.] That's -- yes, that's it exactly. You understand. Um, you'd like him, I think -- Quentin, my boyfriend. I think you'd get along, I mean. He's a navigator.

[the warmth is evident, radiating in every bit of koby's face, in the curl of his fond smile, carrying over as he looks up at mr. goodsir -- harry's face and nods.] Harry. Of course. And I'm afraid I cheated a bit and made a map for the library too -- here. [another sheet of paper, this one a copy of a hand-drawn map, outlining the various sections of the large, mildly confusing library.] In case there's anything you'd like to revisit later. I know for a fact that there'll be things about -- your world here. [he's nearly slipped, nearly said your ship, but he'd decided to let harry find it himself, in his own time. koby knows what's there isn't pleasant; he's already found and read it.]

Scurvy. [of course; he'd known that was likely, nearly inevitable after what he'd read harry and his crew had endured. still, there's an almost reverence in the horror that surrounds scurvy for a sailor. even now, the thing koby's stores had held the most of had been powdered citrus drinks, so great was the fear.] I'm so glad you're recovering. Please don't exert yourself too much, okay? If you need to take a break, we can.

[turning, koby starts the walk back to the front of the library, the best place to start the tour.] I try my best to, yes. I was part of the very first group of guests to arrive, so I've seen everything that's happened here. I want to help newcomers not make similar mistakes, if I can.