"I think ith beauthiful," he said, looking between the drawing and the value creature, "I can'th really draw with any thkill." he said, watching her turn blank paper into art. Vis reached for his tattered left ear and gave it a scratch, it'd been acting up in recent days and was itching him more often. Lowering his hand, Vis loosened the scarf that was over his face a tad, finding it was getting a bit stuffy beneath the gray wool. 
Looking down at some of the tools she used to draw, Vis felt a little pang in his heart. He saw a stick of graphite and picked it up, turning it in his hands over and over, nor pushing to hard on it to diary his hands, "my muther had a penthil like thith," Vis mumbled, putting it back down, "she uth tho draw thoo." Pulling the encyclopedia from his bag, he flicked to the last page and pulled out a folded piece of paper, unfolding it he handed it to Erenah. It was a drawing of him and his father playing in their garden when he was a child, it was simply drawn, with smudging to add shading, it wasn't good but it wasn't talentless either.