Is it bad that he is not, in fact, looking at her like she's crazy? "We would use magic for that."

The we in question is - very clear, from those paintings, and he does his best to muster a smile. It's crooked, strained, but warm all the same. "All my husband. Well, Laerryn did the windows for us."

He gestures to one of the paintings. Evandrin in is it, wearing a beautifully intricate leather armour, but at his side is Laerryn in her work clothes wielding a gleaming golden wrench. The artist has captured their connection, in the way they're leaning against each other with exhausted, satisfied smiles.