Ah, that made sense. Roger nodded and then said, "No, it's not a problem. I can see it, mostly in your eyes and just a little bit in your body-" His brush shifted to trace the path of one of her muscles, shading it in, "-but it works, for Artemis. If I can capture it, I mean."
Then, after a moment in which he continued to just quietly paint, he asked out of curiosity, "What does it feel like? To you, I mean."