Patience let him take her hand, gaze moving from his grin to the painting as her fingers brushed over the art. It felt nearly real, and she was even more impressed with it than before. And having the artist himself there to show her, give her permission to touch it rather than just look at it, made it even more interesting.
"It's lovely," she said, meaning it. She kept her fingers moving over the wheat for a long moment, before briefly brushing the end of the cloth covering the woman as it blew in the wind. "So... real. I've touched a million plants - I'm an herbologist - but I've never touched painted ones before."