Fendros did succeed in changing the subject, at least for a moment. Ahnasha grabbed one of the sketches and looked it over curiously. "These are pretty well-done. This is your brother, and I'm assuming these are your parents. She might need practice, but she really could be an artist." She commented. During the brief silence, Ahnasha's expression became more solemn, regretful. "I remember when I started trying to learn to paint. I was nowhere near this good, but I did make some progress. It's a...shame I had to stop practicing. I really enjoyed it. It's just with me learning necromancy, I became so busy and...had to put that off indefinitely."

Ahnasha closed her eyes and breathed out a sigh. "Well, maybe Llarasa can give me a few lessons in person, if there is time when we go see her. Maybe she can give us a drawing of the three of us together? Me, you, and Rhazii. That is something I wouldn't mind decorating our wall, wherever we end up living in a few months."

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Janius' counter worked just as he had intended. He was able to move to the side, and his kick found its mark just above her hip. She let out a gasp and grit her teeth in pain as she fell to the ground, clutching her side. Though, it would take much more than that to stop her entirely. As quickly as she could, she scrambled to her feet, wasting no momentum as she charged straight for him. It seemed as if she was continuing her pattern of direct, relentless onslaughts, but this attack came with a bit more strategy involved. She stopped just short of him to hopefully confuse him, then delivered a more precise punch straight towards his gut. She was not holding back, so even if blocked, this was going to hurt.