He lets out a long, low whistle. "Seven wings! Wow, you've been busy." He gave her a little smile. "Though...come to think of it, I don't think I can blame you for spending a lot of time here." He looks up and down at the seemingly endless rows of books, a wistful smile on his face. "There's just something about being around all these books that just feels right to me. Though I'm afraid you're right; I'm in the same boat you are. I can't even tell what language most of these are."