The wood was gotten from outside, some placed into the fireplace the rest stacked on the side to add to the wood later. It was as he worked on the fire that she asked her question, the context of it confusing him a bit. “Hm?” then looked over his shoulder and noted where she looked. “Oh! Um…for most of my life?”  he said with a small chuckle and a shrug. “My mother got me started when I was younger and I just kept up with it throughout my life,” he further explained, the fire finally catching.<br/><br/>“I draw a few things…” tone shifted to a bit of embarrassment. “Here…” he dusted his hands off on his pants and went to grab the current stack. “There are a few pictures of some deer, some birds….and well…some other…stuff...” he cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair in a nervous habit. It was not that he was ashamed of the fact that he drew, but more the fact that he was unsure of how she would feel about the drawings of herself. He did not want her to think him weird or creepy for drawing her. If anything he hoped that she liked what she saw and did not try to run for the hills.