A small beam of pride washed over as a smile graced Blaithe’s lips, following Feilim’s contagious grin. She wasn’t quite expecting the word ‘amazing’ as it had always been something she had been able to do and it hardly passed as impressive in her own standards. No, it was normal, but his amusement was clear and she was glad to at least give him such amusement. His words were over flattering as she felt quite the opposite; there were probably few scribes willing to work with a Plague regardless of their natural talent.

”Thank you,” she returned, careful not to seem ungrateful for his overflow of compliments. Quickly flexing her fingers, she set back to work on what laid before her. ”And no… No, I am a paintbrush.”

Her attention drifted to his to-be stained finger as he pulled it out of the loose powder, examining it just as he was. ”You could say that,” Blaithe said, continuing to grind her powder. ”I was only given the job because a fellow Plague had written it and no one would touch its pages…” With that, her voice trailed despite her steady tempo her hands held. ”By my own hand I have practiced with art, but writing was a talent I was born with thanks to Jin Ho. Anyone can learn if the drive to is there.”