Oh, well.

[ She's a little flustered now, ducking her head to hide the smile that crosses her lips as heat rises to her cheeks.

But she holds out the journal again, already in full Nerd Mode as she opens it up and starts to flip through it. ]

It's just, well, my notes on the city. On - on everything. The people here. Where they come from. The gods, or - whatever they are. The Null, at least what I can find out about them.

[ All in a language Poe doesn't understand, not that Lucretia knows that. ]

And there are a few sketches too.