Since she wasn't painting me this time but the aftermath of our battle, I don't really have anything to do but watch her paint.
Not that I hate it, mind you, it was actually quite soothing to watch her and I particularly find the sight of a blank canvas transforming into a work of art to be quite a sight.
She also doesn't seem to mind as well and because she asked all of us not to touch anything until she was done painting, we couldn't loot the dead bodies either so my girls were just hanging around the area as well.
Even though she was painting something that could be said to be quite morbid, she somehow managed to make it look serene and tranquil that made a weird sort of feeling well up inside me.
By that, I mean like the feeling I had was a contrasting mix where it felt sad and calming but also inspired a little bit of fear of death at the same time.
Well, I guess the only word I could use to describe this was once again, 'beautiful'.
