"There's a difference between being used to something and accepting that's how it is for the moment." No, Zetta was not used to being a book. He had time on his side there, of course; only a fraction of his life had been spent as one, even if it had been years now. But he lived the limitations every damn day.

A bit curious, he had his minion bring him closer so he could peer over at what she was doing. "Spring goddess, huh? That fits."