Drawings. I hadn't expected that. I'm a little glad that's not my assignment, now. I'm not very good at drawing.

[Aurica's concerned half-question made her suddenly aware that she was still polishing that piece of armor. She looked down, looked back up again, and then sheepishly set the cloth aside. She ran her fingers over the pockmarks, instead.]

...I might just have to get used to it being a mess. But it looks a bit nicer with the dirt gone, and the scuffs rubbed out... right?