"No." They pause. "You are?"

"Nonfiction," they say.
Yes, very helpful, very, thank you, Kiaane.

"Yes."
Kiaane doesn't seem to mind him picking up the book. Yay for him.

Lots of glyphs and symbols spring out, almost as if the page is projecting them.

Other than their initial appearance, they don't change much. In any case, it's unlikely Martin can read it.

He pokes through them, though they do get somewhat blocked by the symbols.
Kiaane does peer at the cover for a moment before returning their attention to what they're reading.

The symbols are not bubbles, and do not move.

They're reading non-poppable glyphs of their own.

Kiaane doesn't understand that. To them, the glyphs are basically normal language. So they're just basically emanating a silent 'what?'. It's hard to tell what they're thinking, but hopefully Martin doesn't presume he's being ignored.

"A newborn starts off reading none," comes the response.

"You were."

Martin's missing their point, and while there's no correlation between that, it just means he's not going to understand and they, being Kiaan, are not going to specify.

"The bibliotheca," comes the supremely helpful answer they've given, what, three times now?

It's not. But it doesn't have pop-out glyphs. They seem to be in yet another sort of code, or even a language if you will.

That won't work, Martin.