Without realizing it, Jules held her breath as Raziel looked at her painting, and when he finally spoke, she smiled, her cheeks flushing deeply. "It just stayed with me, insisting on being brought to life, and so I had to paint it," she explained shyly.
Stepping up to him, she slipped her hand in his and squeezed her fingers gently. "It's for you," she whispered, utterly honest in that moment. She hadn't decided when she was going to gift it to him, but as soon as she'd finished it, she knew it belonged to him.