I fold the pages I rescued from the ground neatly, just in case he might want them back, and curl up in the chair with my chin on my knees, straightening my skirt down over my legs as I settle myself comfortably. I find it more than a small honor that he likes to draw me, but that isn't something I would say to him out loud.

"Certainly easier now that I'm somewhat less of a wreck than I was the first time you did. Not nearly so much of a challenge to make me look half decent."