Oh what's this now?

The man introduced himself as Bastien De Rosieres, the owner of the Church she had come to see.  He then gave her a mock bow, which she returned in kind with a genuine one of her own. He then explained the term of Cara, and asked if she had any problem with the word being used on her. Nairi shook her head violently in objection to that statement, her hand gesturing that it was really no problem at all, and she had no problems whatsoever with the usage of the word. It was quite endearing really. No one had ever used such kind words on her before, definitely not in the world she had previously come from. She grinned to herself when Bastien commented that the simple spiral she'd painted was beautiful. He then told her to paint what she really felt, and she did several more spirals in different colours, and as her confidence grew, she decided to paint something else from memory. Dipping a brush into fresh paint, she painted two twin arches joint to each other. When she was wandering the abandoned buildings in her old ravaged world, she'd seen plenty of such signs on the buildings, and old faded posters that marked it as a place of happiness. She did not know what it had actually been used for, and neither did any of the old folks. These were simply a relic of time long past. Nairi thought that happiness would be fitting memory. NAIRI If you're not lost, you're not much of an explorer.