Astarion didn't bother her, even when he'd gotten an answer and retrieved a few books of his own (only one of them was dirty, be ever so proud of him for growing and maturing as a person). He gave her some space, posted up in a chair at the same table and propped his feet up in another, flipped through the volumes he'd assembled while she was absorbed.

Until he got bored and had to get up, move behind her and peer over her shoulder at the notes she'd taken. "Found anything, love?"