Sakari nodded again, a little uncertainly. She wasn't quite used to the idea of imperfections being accepted, much less admired; it seemed like a popular idea here, though. Maybe it was a Fire Nation thing. "Oh, that's unfortunate. Does your wife not like painting?" Sakari eyes widened a little and one hand flew up and pressed to her lips and her sense of propriety. caught up with what she'd just said. "Oh, I'm sorry, that was rude of me, I didn't mean to pry," she said, the words one long blur. She flushed in embarrassment.