[Hythlodaeus opens his mouth to elaborate, but closes it once Beat seems to understand his request. He smiles, gently taking the notepad and removing the pencil. A bit different than the writing utensils he was used to, but the operation seemed easy enough to grasp. With nimble fingers, he flipped through the used pages until he found a fresh one, not lingering too long on what was written before, but making a mental note of the contents all the same. He didn't want to seem nosy, but he was. Just a little.]

Ah, you have my thanks once again! Easily the most generous person I have met here thus far.

[In a script that had no business being as pretty as it was, he simply wrote two words: Help Beat.]

That should suffice.

[Quickly ripping and folding the paper into a square, he tucked it into the pocket of his robes. He slid the pencil back into the spiral of the pad and closed it, pausing when he went to hand it back to Beat.]

If I could just...

[Awkwardly, he pressed the corner of it into Beat's side. Once his body took hold of it a little, Hythlodaeus removed his hand and pushed it in the rest of the way with a solitary finger on the outer corner. It popped into place with a satisfying noise, floating there for when it was needed next.]

How convenient!