As your royal painter, Ink was doing his best to capture every last inch of you perfectly onto his canvas. His eyes darted from the paint, to you, to the canvas, and back again.

Aaaand..almost done..

Ink softly murmured to himself, adding a few more brush strokes, and stepping back slightly, so he could admire his work from another angle, making sure everything was proportionate. His work was rather impressive, given the limited amount of time he had to do so.