When Mr. Croil looked up at her, Kijani read so many things in his brief gaze. Confusion, fustration, possibly admiration? Her heart was beating in her throat, and she could hardly breathe. How could one look do that to her, so easily? Maybe she was just warm, from being outside. Yes, that was all. She was likely tired from all that heat. That prognosis was thrown into sharp doubt as he spoke. A simple compliment, not even elegant, or showy, or seriously flattering. None of it mattered, though, because the hesitation in his voice as the words slowly let themselves out was such a strong indicator that he was nervous, and that he was not practiced in smooth speech. His compliment was so honest, and Kijani realized she'd never had a man say nice things to her in such a way.

She was wondering if he could tell how surprised she was, because her eyes had gone wide, and her face was starting to blaze with heat. Her lips moved, slightly, and she had no idea what would come out. Luckily he saved her from possible embarrassment when he offered a ride. She jumped on the topic gratefully.

“Oh, yes. I would like a ride.” She smiled, quite happy that he'd thought of that. “My legs are not as strong as they should be. Fancy or not, wheels are wheels. Though, I know it's strange.” Gathering her things and putting a bookmark in her book, she smoothed her skirt and rose up. “I've never been in a carriage with an actual horse. They still have them in the... er... lower parts of the city, but my family always uses the autohorses.” Stepping close to him, she toyed with the handle of the basket containing what little was left of her meal.

“I- I will read for you again, tonight if you wish it.” She felt flustered, and one hand lifted to twist a loose dreadlock around her finger. “I suppose I will pick something with less hidden meanings, and a bit more rhythm to it. I.. I would enjoy it, having someone to talk to about books. Even small books. Perhaps I will have to convert you and Feather into avid readers.”