Feyre was teaching you how to paint, keyword, trying. You both had been at her small studio in Velaris for a long while. Other students around you, talking amongst themselves, some laughing. Others so focused into painting that they didn't realize what was going on.

With a small smile, she brushed some paint from your nose. "Why don't we go clean up then go home? I'm sure your father would appreciate the company, don't you?"

She grabbed a nearby washcloth, wiping her hands and face before rinsing it off. Handing the towel to you to clean up.