Do You Know What, "I'm Sorry," Means?

Aimouryllice was more than a little peeved about having been poisoned and locked up in a human hospital for a handful of days; it was time she could have spent studying English and the culture, but instead it was wasted sitting around and doing nothing because the healers and tenders told her she needed 'rest'. She returned straight to the community center when she got out, hoping to make up for the precious time she lost, but she found herself face to face with a creature the same species as her would-be murderer.

And invited to the library.

It would've been a lie to say she wasn't suspicious, but the offer was too tempting to turn down. Libraries reminded her most of home, and she enjoyed them and their immense selection of material to read and learn from. While she may have been separated from her people and dumped onto Manta Carlos for whatever reason that always escaped her, she still had duties to fulfill. So, she accepted.

Aimouryllice stared at the...thing that was set in front of her once they'd settled down in the library. She glanced at Oluremi, then looked back down at the object and read the note as instructed. The concept of notes and letters was unfamiliar to her, so it took her a few moments to realize that it was written by Béatrice, based off of context clues such as the mention of poisoning and the fact that this gift was given to her by a member of the same species. It was a strange way to apologize, Aimouryllice thought, and she found it somewhat disingenuous. Why not just say it to her face? Why through a note? Béatrice could have at least been the one to give this to her, if she really had to do it through writing, but instead it was indirectly said and indirectly given.

"Why you are give this to me? Why Béatrice not give to me?" she thought to ask first. She ran a single sharp claw down the wrapping to see if it too hid something beneath like the wrapping on the chocolate, and paused. There was indeed something inside, and she hoped it wasn't more food. "I am confusion. I say thank you? Is from you, or is from Béatrice?"

Aimouryllice had absolutely no facial expressions, from what Oluremi could see, no obvious body language that gave away whatever was going on inside of her head. And, to be specific, what was going on inside of the young lady's head was her thinking about how confusing and insulting all this was. To assume herself as so important that she could make Aimouryllice scared, Béatrice had to have placed herself on a pedestal so high that Aimouryllice could not have reached it--which wasn't a very difficult feat. Being 4'8 made a lot of things difficult if you didn't know how to work around it.

"I do not understand human emotions," was all she said in response.

Aimouryllice contemplated the words of her mentor from her home as she stared down at the strange offering. She pried the wrapping away and examined what was beneath--a...book for learning English. For several moments did she stare down at the book in silence. Then, she stared up at Oluremi. After she grew weary of this, she slid a small sheet of paper from the fold of her kimono and a writing utensil from another and began to write something upon the paper.

The note she placed in front of Oluremi said, Thank you. From, Aimouryllice. And that was it. Her writing was tightly controlled and very careful, though it flowed more with her name due to how much experience she had writing it; in short, it appeared fairly decent, if not a little stiff. Her mentor would have been proud for more than one reason.

The Vox Somni was unfamiliar with the gifting rituals of Oluremi's species, and so she sat and waited because she didn't know what she was supposed to do next. Best do nothing rather than something that might offend.