I picture it, soft, and I ache

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Opening his mouth, Amun hesitated when Sam requested they drop the subject. Nodding, the potter zipped his lips shut. Instead, he just focused on painting the bookmaker, switching to a creamy skin tone now. Laughing, the advisor lifted his finger to his forehead and smeared the paint a little more. "Hazards of the trade, I'm afraid. You'll see when it's your turn to paint me."

Grinning at the other man's comments, Amun hummed a few notes as his strokes danced across the canvas. "It was a shock, yes, but I got over it. I wasn't exactly human before I came here, after all." He leaned towards the painting, squinting as he tackled a particularly the particularly fiddly bit of Sam's hands.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid