Ian was tired, he had to admit that he was. He was more than ready for Easel to say the five magic words he wished he wished to hear, 'I am done, your highness,'.
Both he and Angelica were exhausted from sitting down for an extended period of time. He was sure it was over three hours that they had been sitting here.
Angelica was more than ready to stand up and stretch.
Easel could feel the exhaustion in the air and he too was exhausted. He placed one final stroke on the canvas before stepping back and saying, "I am done your highness.".
"Finally," Ian sighed in relief he let go of Angelica and she wasted no time at all. She got off him and stood to her feet.
She stretched her neck and her arms. Ian stood up and stretched as well. Angelica was not heavy, far from it; however, the lectus was too tiny for two people and the position in which he was seated was far from comfortable.
