[Damen sits up, expression concerned.]

I wouldn't. [He reaches out, hand settling over Laurent's wrist and covering the cuff there.] Even when I'm angry with you, you're still the only one I want. This was supposed to wait until after the upcoming battle, but -

[He reaches for his knapsack, digging through it one-handed before pulling out six books and setting them in Laurent's lap.]

For you. They're not what I asked for, but I'm told the Storyteller is like that sometimes.