Rhy takes the book with an exaggerated shrug, letting it fall with a thump and an accompanying puff of dust on the table. He wrinkles his nose at it, and the whole pile of old and equally dusty tomes he's collected, looking for some symbols Kell had drawn on a piece of parchment pinned under a bottle of wine nearby.

"Why ask me? I'm just here to look pretty -- for moral support, you see."

He quips, but he does seem to be working. Or trying to. Rhy stifles a sigh, leaning back in his chair to look up at the young man standing by the table. One of the more recent arrivals, to whom Rhy has introduced himself in passing during Kylo's usual 'gather the newcomers and teach them about the Horizon' get-together.

"Wilhelm, was it? Sit. If you haven't anything else to do. I could use a break."