Isa relaxed finally after the crucial long trip to where ever to be able to bask in light. It was warm and clear not like at the museum it was more natural she was relaxed now. As her mind registered the last thought she mentally shook her head why was she getting all comfortable what kind of inspiration was this guy getting from her anyway. She was just a painting yes not an ordinary painting but to the world he was in she was just a painting.<br/><br/>(he has to touch the painting)