The young father wondered fleetingly if this was a bit much for his son, but the thought seemed ridiculous after he'd considered it for a moment. It was important for the kid to explore new places, no matter how different they were from what he was used to. And Halifax was no monster, at least not in this part of the city. Deeper into its heart was most likely be a bit sketchier. Kansas thought he might be a little intimidated by the larger buildings found in the centre of the city himself. The region where the library was located was mild enough for both of them. Again, Kansas had to remind himself that Gotham wasn't a baby any longer.
The boy's tentative backward glance gave Kansas initiative to hasten to close the door quietly behind him; it creaked eerily as it shut against the doorframe. But once the Sadira had stepped into the window-lit lobby, he felt right at home, his uncertainty disappearing. The books in here were like ghosts; phantoms with stories from the past. But he liked it that way. The man looked down at the child and grinned with reassurance, bringing his hand to his chin and looking around thoughtfully. Past the small lobby, there were shelves and shelves of books, organized by some means, though he wasn't sure what that was yet. He moved to stand beside his son, glancing back down and the dark wolf with his smile still in place. "You go look wherever you want. I'll follow you." After a second's thought, he added something, realizing that Gotham probably felt somewhat lost among the thousands of books, none of which meant much to him since he'd had so little experience with them. "We could... try to find the Children's section. There might be something you like there."
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