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Dora's eyelids lowered after a moment, and she held perfectly and precisely still, hands folded neatly and still now in front of her. The calming draught helped a lot, though inside parts of her were still fraught with grief and pain and memories. "Concentration and I are old friends for that reason," she murmured, the feeling still odd of the brush on her face, especially with her eyes closed.
She opened her eyes and let him regard her for a long moment before speaking. "So, success?" she questioned. If he were satisfied as an artist, it would go a long way to assuring her she looked good with the facepaint.