And Gaz paints. She paints hurriedly, as if the devil were breathing down her neck, but she's smiling the entire time. Giddily so, a smile that anyone who knows her wouldn't have thought possible.
She paints him with white wings and a halo, something that any Classical painter would have been proud to look upon. And she paints him smiling and whole - as he is. She doesn't paint away his scars, she doesn't remove any of the beauty that she knows he owns.