Sofiya rolled her eyes at his tone, the happiness from his gift not allowing her to care about his antics. She slid into the seat next to him and smiled brightly. "You gave me a gift." she wasn't speaking overly loud but it was not her fault if there were others around who could overhear their conversation.
She looked at the others and back at Lorcan. "You do realize how much this means to me, right? I can actually paint in colour!" she was grinning madly. "Greens, golds, reds." her mind was already thinking of what she could paint, the world awash in colours of possibilities. For a split second in time, there was no war or slaves..no slave masters or Death Eaters, she was only thinking of her paints and her canvas. It was silly and juvenile to be so ridiculously happy about the paints but Sofiya had so few things to be smiling about.