The cockling page is heavier than pride.

You blot, you dry, you recopy in a fair hand onto better paper Penn provides, then you say, out loud, copy of a copy, walked on such-and-such a day, because honesty is part of conservation. Sable will tend the room—cooler, drier, orange-peel against beetles. You have tended a leaf. Mutualism starts at the size of a page.

Reedfen still ticks. Council still may be needed. Or the Atlas may decide you are part of the picture without a vote, which is a different prize.