Bryony settled near him on the sofa, no longer sure whether she tried to offer him comfort or take it in his presence. Probably both, it tended to work that way. She allowed herself the first mouthful of warm pie and cold ice cream before replying. "I still haven't started anything on the big canvas I told you about," she admitted. "But I think I have an idea..." It hadn't full formed yet, but elements of it were definitely there.
"It's sort of a portrait," she added, "so Braith will be pleased, I guess, since that's what I'm supposed to be working on." The longer she spent with Braith, the more Bryony realised she was always going to prefer landscapes - but she also understood why she needed to be proficient in both forms, and she had done some sketches of people she wasn't altogether disgusted by. "Or a self portrait, but I don't know if I want to paint me..."