Kath'tan took her at her word and rose to his feet, slipping out of the kitchen. He intended to quietly sit in the gardens until it was time for dinner but Azra called to him when she saw him.
"Did my mother scare you off?" She asked humorously.
Kath'tan walked over to her, having no reason not to. "A little," He matched her tone.
"I completely understand. I'm lucky I have a sweet tooth, It would have been difficult to survive otherwise."
"I don't like sweets." Kath'tan moved even closer to get a better look at the painting.
"Then it's no surprise you're out here. Do you care for painting?" She continued the conversation with ease.
"I don't know," He gave an honest answer, "I never tried my hand at it."
"It's a past time I scarcely enjoy," Azra muttered, glancing down at her stained hands, "But I suppose the feeling of accomplishment is always nice."
