Fenris knows what the shapes are. He understands the concept that one draws shapes that represents sounds and the sounds taken together will have meaning. Each squiggle on this page is a sound, captured, ready to be released by the passing eye of one trained in its secrets.
He turns that thought over in his head – the words are imprisoned, but they can be freed, yet even when they are freed, they remain imprisoned. Somehow, he thinks there is a secret about himself in there, if only he can unravel it.
He is imprisoned, but when she looks at him, knowing his secrets, she releases him.
But still he remains trapped, like a word on a page.