You might find a way. Or find yourself painting something else with the false impression that it'd be impressive. [ It wasn't. Maybe a bit. No. Nope, not impressive. She didn't care. Let him paint whatever and do whatever while he was here. It wasn't her problem and she certainly wouldn't be concerned for his wellbeing. Or pleased to see someone from her own world. People just caused problems. ]

You're right, it is your mistake. [ At least he acknowledged it. Even though she got the distinct impression he was just saying that to placate her. ]

I thought we didn't share secrets with one another. [ We just hid them and then eventually made a mess out of everything because of it. She stared at him directly for a few seconds, eyes looking him over as if she was searching for something. ] What are you? Myth?