Let Me See Your Bones

"Oh, Venice is a city? That makes much more sense," Isla says, glancing up from her paper every now and then to smile across at him. She had taken particular focus on the way his leg curved and joined against his hip, and hoped Bastien would forgive her for not capturing his whole form in one sheet. "Mm, it was the same where I used to live as well," she admits. "Granted, in Caido at least there is much more involvement from deities and the like, don't you think?" A few more moments of sketching before Isla picks up her drawing board and pencil, stepping closer to the artiste where he poses. "You don't mind if I look a bit closer, do you? I have an upgrade, but it only works within about three feet." Isla the flesh is weak