[ it's always reassuring to see a familiar face, and so his shoulders slump in a slightly more relaxed stance as he smiles at her. it's like all the tension in the air dissipates. at least for a little bit, and vane finds solace in that. or, he does until he remembers the paint and tools he's given. with a nervous laugh, he rubs the back of his neck, getting a bit of paint on himself in the process. oops. ] It's nice to see you too!

I'm glad you still seem energetic. [ he starts off, before... ] Ah, this? No, no. I'm not much of an artist, but since everyone's doing something, I thought it'd be rude to not at least try it out. [ which brings him to his next brilliant (or not so brilliant) idea. ]

Whaddya think? Want to help out? I'm not exactly sure how good it'd be if I painted myself.