"Anything I can get my hands on," Chakotay answers honestly, even as he eyes the bat'leth in her hands until it disappears. She could have kept it, but if there are any locals, they might not take so well to it. Maybe they can find a knife or another weapon in the simulation. At least as long as they're here. "But I most prefer books about anthropology. I enjoy learning about other cultures, the pasts that make them who they are now."

It's one reason why he's been so interested in learning about her and her people, why the idea of sharing her customs fascinates him as well as it makes him feel honored that she would ask. He knows well what it's like to feel incomplete without performing certain traditions and rituals; he has several of those himself, scattered throughout the year. "I would be honored to join you," he says seriously, his gaze showing how deeply he feels towards this idea. "I'm afraid I won't know your songs, but... perhaps I can tell you a little of my people in return, give you some of our legends and stories."

Of course, she could teach him anything she would want. At this point, he's coming to realize he would do quite a lot for her, and has already. Hadand is someone very special to him, special in a way that few people have ever been to him. If she asked, he would hang a new moon for her, so to be taught any number of songs to sing with her on this Restday would be fine with him. He would perform the duty to the best of his ability.

"We could use either my quarters or yours, whichever you would feel most comfortable in," he continues as they finally pass through another archway and head out of the castle to an open field. The ocean isn't far away. "I enjoy learning more about your people and I wouldn't mind sharing the traditions of mine with you. I wouldn't consider this request ungrateful." Quite the opposite, actually. To him, it seems like a request she wouldn't make of him if she didn't trust him and that makes his heart warm further.