It's always one strange bit of business. I found myself in some vessel that hung among the stars when I arrived.

[ As though this illustrates anything, Yuri points at the ceiling above them. He was way up there, evidently! ]

...Then they suddenly deployed me to some strange city to play house with my nation's king. Imagine, a royal spouse.

[ His tone turns a touch wistful without intention. Tortured as Dimitri had been, their time there might've actually been better for him. That child certainly was. He can only hope Dimitri's alright now.

...But he needs to press on, in case this does affect their world. So he shifts subjects, pointing instead at the book. ]

Let's take that one to the return desk. They can sort it out.