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She couldn't help, sitting there listening to him, that everything in his world must have seemed so black and white. A leader was good or bad. Art was passion or soulless. She chocked her head to the side as she listened to his words. 'Children were the best at it' she smiled and nodded, she had to agree. Imagination was the way of the young, and so few managed to keep that spark as they grew into adulthood.

She moved to stand beside him, she looking passed him at her director. Her words were soft, much calmer now. "You know... you could just leave the paintings here. I'm sure the physical therapists will enjoy them. But...I bet.. there are some paints and paper hidden away somewhere that could be smuggled into the pediatric ward...with the right words I bet you could even convince her to help you do it." She let out a slightly devious giggle.

The joy that covered the young woman's face was unmistakable. She giggled and nearly clapped her hands as she soon motioned for him to follow her to the nurses station. "Come, we must get to work then. We can get you all set up before my next appointment gets here."

She moved up to the director, the woman having her ear to the phone at the time. "Do not worry about a thing now. We have worked out a compromise. With your ok we are going to set up an art class for the children in pediatrics."

She was all smiles and joy as the woman stared down at her with a confused expression. That was certainly a change from what she had left. "... yes sir. It seems that everything has been settled. The paintings won't be being moved?" She gave Sita the look that seemed to only ask for confirmation.

The young intern nodded, she winking at the woman as she waited for her to get off the phone and send them on their way.

The supervisor gave another nod as she took note of Mathias' words. She finishing up her conversation before hanging up the phone. "I have to say, Mr. White, you have certainly given us the run around for the last twenty minutes, only to end it here where we are. Though I will give my permission for you and Ms. Brennan to go and set up a small painting class with the children today. It will be and unexpected joy for them." She took in a deep breath, her eyes doing all they could to not roll as Sita nearly bounced for joy beside her.

"Thank you so much Ma'am! I promise I will not be long. I have another appointment at the top of the hour!" She started to walk away before he noticed that neither of them were following her. She blinking and turning back around.

"I'm sorry...Am I ok to take him now then?" Her voice seemed to be just abit more sheepish

The older woman chuckled and shoo her head, looking to Mathias and groaning. "Go, take care of the kids. I will be on my way. Make certain there is notice left with the desk if you are going to be late for any appointments you have." She nodded to each of them in turn.

"Good day, Mr. White. A pleasure, as always."

Not missing a beat, the young woman chuckled and turned to look over her shoulder. "My name is Sita actually, but if you insist.' She winked and continued with her bouncy step, she only stopping when she reached the Pediatric ward.

Once there she moved to the end of the hall where the main storage closets were. She glanced at Mathias and nodded "We do have some supplies, though they are mostly crayons and markers. We have paper, but it is simple computer stock, so depending on what you deem 'worthy' you might wish to got and procure some finer items, sir."

She giggled softly and started rummaging through the closet, attempting to find what she only hoped was a collective box of art supplies.

If she noticed his irritation she made no light of it. She rummaging through the closet and pulling out what crayons, markers and even watercolor paints that she could find. She piled them up beside her, handing some of the smaller things to Mathias as he was certainly useful for that. Once or twice she managed to drop some items, she inwardly cursing herself but outwardly giggling as she had to bend down to grab them,

"Well...I don't think that we need the children running around with spray paint cans. Though it would give the ward a new look and paint job, but I don't think the director would appreciate it much." Once she finished the search, she turned around and faced her companion. She crossing her arms across her chest and shaking her head.

"I wasn't saying that magic couldn't be done. I was simply saying you might have had another vision in mind." She let her arms relax and started to gather up some of the items she had piled before. Once she had what she could carry she look over her shoulder and gave him the nod to follow her.

"I've heard through docent sources that minors have a way of procuring things despite us wishing otherwise. So, I would not be shocked if one or two of them share in your choice of media." She chuckled to herself as she continued on, heading to the meeting room that tested in the center of the juvenile long-term care ward.

She placed the items down on a center table and motives for Mathias to do the same. "We can set them up here" She took a quick glance around the room.

There were not many kids at present, but those that were there seemed to not really be paying them much mind. One young boy, around the age of seven, sat at a far table. The surface was covered in papers and books. Probably some sort of homework. Even the children here in the hospital had to keep up on studies.

At the other side of the room we're a pair of girls, these two abit older, but still going enough to be here in the ward. They were sitting and reading magazines, laughing over what seemed to be some sort of dating quiz.

The young intern smiled and shook her head. Seemed like he was destined to boss her around no matter what. She wondered if he even knew he did it? Perhaps it was so ingrained in him that it was a habit.

She turned and headed to the nurse's station, she taking afew minutes to catch up with the nurse that was manning it, before she mentioned gathering afew more of the children.

The other nurse agreed and moved to do just that, heading from room to room to see if there was anyone awake or wanting to come out for social time.

Sita returned to Mathias, she showing a proud grin. "We should be getting more artists here shortly. It seems there have been many that have been complaining of being bored."

She giggled and moved to pull afew more table together. She placing paper and supplies where she could. "It will take abit though. Some of them have to get prepped in chairs and the like. Sometimes IVs and such are bothersome as well as helpful."

Sita took the time to move about the area, checking in on those that were there, actually kneeling down and chatting up the young boy as he did his homework. "You know, all work and no play makes life very, very boring." She smiled, the young man giving her a nod before speaking back.

"My dad always says homework first though. Play after. But...he's gone now, so...I guess I'm allowed to play." He pulled a face that said he had been having many somber days in the hospital as of late, and Sita could not help but feel her heart sink for the boy.

"The ones we love are never truly gone. You know where they are?" She placed her hand over her heart.

"Right here. and your dad will be there forever, and he is very wise for having you do homework. But right now...I think we need abit of fun." She winked at the boy and nodded toward the table as the nurses came out with a few more kids. Two in wheelchairs and another young child with an iv stand.