Bastien
"A banshee. I believe I heard about that...it was quite some time ago." Bastien frowned, trying to remember if he'd heard of any other banshee attacks more recently. He hadn't. Not that this really harmed Melita's 'badass monster hunter' reputation with him. One monster killed was still more monsters than he'd ever gone up against.He watched with a smile as she began to paint, letting her go as she wished at first but leaning over just to gently correct her brushstrokes, showing her with a dry, clean brush on the edge of the canvas. "Softer, like this. If you press too hard you will have bristles fall off on your painting and dents in the canvas, which would be the shame on what I am sure will be an amazing work."
Going back to fiddle at his own painting (though really mostly watching Melita's come to be) he nodded enthusiastically at Melita's appraisal of Rexanna. Though it seemed the girl was about to dip into sadness and he looked over with concern. "I understand. I have spoken to other people who were in the same position - and we said this. In a year, we are going to have a ceremony to reaffirm our love. You are all welcome to attend then. It will be quite the party."
It seemed Melita felt she owed Rexanna something still and Bastien was not about to stop her making more art. "Of course. You can use the supplies here for as many pieces as you like. The only price is my rambling." With a wink, he put down his paintbrush and leaned against the wall. "That is very sweet of you, to want to make something for her. Though...I am not sure when she will have her eyesight returned. There is a lot to do."
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
