I, your faithful consort

It's a long few days. Rial knows it's time to take a break when he can't remember exactly where they are or what day it is, just knows that these godsdamn endless meetings go on forever. So he excuses himself, and goes up to his temporary quarters.

There's a large window, and he gets put his painting tools, brushes, waters, inks, and thick flimsi. It's raining outside, and the effect is rather lovely, so he sits and quietly starts to work.