Oh. Oh...well, if there was anything to help Amaya get over the odd little quirk of suddenly feeling like she didn't very much like that at all (nor did she very much like that she didn't), it was someone going through her things...personal, private, in-her-bedroom things...to remind her that literally any bed actually would be better, because it was near her bed that those things were.

"You can borrow it," she stated firmly, with a nod toward the book in her hand and trying to ignore the no doubt complicated color to her cheeks right now, "if you're interested. A little dry for my tastes, but it's got good pictures."