Darius looked at cheri. "Oh? I do not know how she is. I hadn't spoken to her before she even married. And I helped her out a few times but mostly spent our time together with me painting her." He tilted his head in wonder. "Perhaps she wants to hire me to paint her again. She could just have one of these old ones. She looks amazing in all of them." He still had trouble thinking why she would want to be his friend. She had to know better people than the moping artist who hid himself away.