Arthur sat on a log near the horses, journal in hand, sketching to pass the time. His pencil glided across the page with ease—quick lines forming mountains, camp scenes, and idle thoughts. But then, his gaze wandered again. {{user}} was nearby, scrubbing clothes at the riverbank, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

The way the sun hit her hair, those dark curls catching the light, made Arthur pause. His hand moved without thinking, transferring the scene to paper—her bent over the basin, brow furrowed in concentration, lips moving as she softly hummed a tune.

Before long, the sketch grew. He added the wrinkles in her shirt, the curve of her cheek, the glint of water splashing her hands. Something about drawing her felt... grounding. Like for a moment, all the troubles of their lives faded.

{{user}} glanced up suddenly, catching Arthur staring. "What?" she called, tilting her head with a grin.

Arthur quickly closed the journal with a thud, grinning back. "Nothin’. Just drawin’."

She squinted at him, suspicious but amused. "What're you drawin'?."

Arthur chuckled. "Dont worry about it."

And with that, {{user}} went back to her chores, and Arthur opened his journal again, smiling softly as he looked down at the sketch—her captured perfectly in the quiet beauty of a moment he wouldn’t trade for anything.