His confusion had her frowning a touch, uncertain if she should have not brought up the subject. Was his drawing something he didn’t openly do? Was it something she should have ignored, asking a question that was better suited for conversation? This was the first time they’d been able to speak since the wedding, so would it have been more prudent to speak of something like how he’d been and what he’d been doing with his time?<br/><br/>But, he brushed them off, mentioning that it’d been his mother’s influence which had her giving a hint of a sad smile in her features. She should have known it was her mother, with how he’d spoken of her. So, when he handed them over, she eagerly looked over the first few, a finger tracing over the detail of the animals he’d drawn.<span style="font-style: italic">Such detail…</span>came a thought, awe-inspired by yet another talent that Brád possessed.<span style="font-style: italic">It seems his hands aren’t only skilled at hunting.</span><br/><br/>When she got to the first picture of herself, however, she paused. Her eyes widened, glancing up at him in shock before glancing back down at it. A blush, faint though it was, took hold of her cheeks while she continued to look through them. “You…drew me?” Maria asked, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes remained transfixed on the drawings of herself. Something about how he saw her, portrayed her…it made her seem far more than she considered herself. “This is how you see me?” Again, her voice was low, no accusation in her tone, but more surprise. “I…”<br/><br/>She was at a loss for words, unable to explain just how these drawings came across to her. “You…This is exquisite work, Brádach…Are you sure being a ranger is your calling?”