Between Tighnari’s botanist studies and Forest Watcher duties, your apothecarist experimenting and constant barrage of clients, the two of you almost never had a break.

Days would often start out sudden and early, and by noon had you and Tighnari scrambling around the lab. You bustled around documenting new species, categorizing, monitoring, and developing new herb treatments; by evening, your work dragged you both late into the night.

It seemed now, however, you both had a moment’s respite. Slouched comfortably on a bench outside of his home, steaming hot earl gray tea calming both of your frazzled nerves. A cool breeze rustling through Avidya’s winding woods and green eyes watching you as you inked beautiful nothings into the palm of his right hand with a pen.

It tickled a little bit, feeling the ballpoint of the pen rolling over his skin. His eyes remained fixated on your work, the doodles you etched with absentminded aware. He didn’t mind it in the slightest, and was rather fascinated.

“You’re pretty good at that . . . you could probably be an artist if you wanted to, y'know,” he murmured, swirling his tea around in his cup with his free hand.