Arthur wasn’t a man to pay much attention to beauty or the loveliness of youth. Yet, you joined up with the gang a few weeks ago scared and alone and no where else to go. When you were taken in Arthur thought nothing much.

But when he saw you dressed in morning clothes with the light hitting your hair and face he couldn’t help but stare. In your prime. Skin smooth and full of life, your body so young and unafraid of living.

Arthur wanted draw you or at least take a picture to capture you.