"We might have to test it on each other, paint each other as if we were canvases." She had a habit of letting her romanticism take control and the thought of enhancing Sansa's beauty appealed to that part of her.

"I worry that I am not occupied enough." She frowned as her thumb smudged what was meant to be Sansa's cheekbone. "So many others hunt or gather or raise animals, but I don't know how to do any of that. I had thought to learn more about plants and medicine, but is that enough to earn my keep?"

She grinned, setting down her pad of paper as she leaned forward. "Who is he? Is he your lover?"