I almost feel greedy, keeping this one in my quarters. It's almost too beautiful not to share.

( for it was absolutely a work of art, much like his frescos. her hand hovers over it, almost touching but refraining from doing so completely. at least they would be able to appreciate it, as would everyone else who ventured upstairs. she turns to the other, but doesn't unwrap it yet -- instead focusing on his words. )

I still haven't, if you couldn't tell. For all that I nearly lost three fingers working on it, it's still -- ( she gestures at it with a small smile. ) Working with my hands isn't something I'm skilled at. Hopefully it won't count as a mark against me.