Nesah frowned, not sure what to think. It was clear now that he was not going to assault her or anything, but she still wasn't sure whether he was to be trusted. But he left and she slowly breathed out. Strange fellow. But then again, most artists were a little bit strange.

Nesah continued to pace, casting glances in the artist's direction occasionally. She was slightly curious about the painting, but dared not go over while she was alone with him. However, when a group of tourists approached the ruin, Nesah wandered around the field, moving in the direction of the artist in half a circle, until she was behind him and could see the painting.

It was surprisingly good. The town was full of mediocre writers and artists and Nesah had expected him to be just another one. But what really caught her attention was the fact that she was in the picture - or it was probably her - a small figure wandering under the Abbey's arches alone. The audacity! And yet a tiny part of her was flattered.

She crossed her arms. "Do you always paint people without their permission?" she inquired, speaking rather slow, so that she could pronounce the English correctly and clearly.