"What?" Jon asked.
She giggled again, looking at the painter's smock, holding a collection of pencils and brushes. "Nothing, you look great." Behind him was set up an easel with canvas, facing towards the bed. Providing light was the window just off to the side.
As she came in, he reached behind her with one hand to close the door. He put his other hand out, palm up, and said, "I'll take that," while looking at her hand holding the stone. Looking around at all the paintings on the walls, she didn't even notice as he took it.
It seemed that he had already done several pictures of her, on all of which he'd obviously spent a lot of time. She focused in on one in particular...
