You turned to find Isha holding up a small jar of paint with an expectant tilt of her head.

"You want to paint?" you asked gently, though you already knew the answer.

Isha nodded once, setting the jar on the table and pulling up a stool with a bit more effort than necessary. She gestured for you to sit across from her, a soft huff escaping her as she pried open the lid.

You complied, settling down as she dipped a tiny brush into the bright, vivid paint. In spite of her not saying a word- she rarely did either way- you'd soon be able to tell that you were her 'canvas' for the day.