[ He looks briefly apologetic even if this was, miraculously, not his fault. ]

I'm afraid it'd have hurt more if I threw it.

[ It somehow doesn't sound like bragging when he says it, though. As he approaches, the book flaps slightly in Childe's hands. Another swoops down, glowing gently as it levitates. It's one about how great being a werewolf is. Furry propaganda. ]

The books here are surprisingly mobile—I can see why some of them might've gone missing.