Let me think. [ Aether makes a show of pretending to think, and then says — ] I can't read your Haravatat linguistics papers.

[ A giggle, a laugh at his own joke. A sigh that sounds almost suspiciously like a purr. As much as the traveler teased Alhaitham about being cute earlier, Aether does seem to greatly enjoy being treated like a cat himself, and he keeps looking adoringly up at Alhaitham, like a little golden kitten that keeps pleading for more attention, more pets, more scritches. Who would have thought that the great savior of Sumeru, Nahida's chosen, the First Sage of Buer... would be someone who would be perfectly content to be Alhaitham's lapcat?

Wonder upon wonders. Aether sinks into Alhaitham's embrace still more firmly. ]

Well, I can... but they're so very dense and difficult to parse...

[ He's only being softly whining; he's clearly not very serious. If it were a matter of life and death, Aether would most certainly get through even the most esoteric of Haravatat textbooks. But. ]

Actually, the ones you write are okay. The ones you like to read, though... those would take me a while to digest.