It is unusual for her, to chat with a human over something as mundane as literature. She is treated with fear in most places, revulsion in others. It's surprising enough that she finds herself relaxing, slightly. She doesn't sit down, she isn't comfortable enough for that yet, but there is a slight relaxing of her regal bearing, and her expression softens a fraction.

"Are they?" Her tone is lightly curious. "I have not had much time to read, in quite a while. However, there is little else to do here. What would you recommend?"

It would be better, she thinks, than killing small game for little reason outside of boredom, and watching the days go by, distracting herself by sparring. Or worse, listening to the humans bicker and romance one another over the Vine. She would rather watch paint dry.