Astrid finished up on a little swatch of reflection on some shadow's head before responding, blowing on the newly applied paint as if that would help it dry a little faster. "Yeah," she said, turning her head then an offering a faint smile toward Sabine. "I wasn't about to argue with the muse when she showed up, especially after she'd been gone for so long,"

And she almost added a hope you don't mind, but she caught how stupid that would have been before it left her mouth. Sabine hadn't minded any of it, not the pinwheels, not the one that made her feel like she was drowning, not the oppresive trees or the poison flower forest, and even if she did, it was her room too. But the painting just put her in that frame of mind, and she felt a little proud of the fact that she hadn't completely gone back.