[Immediately, something inside of her seems to trigger. She takes the picture and studies it. Black and white...it's a little somber this way, but that doesn't hinder her completely. Perhaps for a moment, Miyabi's shoulders drop and her body language shifts to a more depressing stance, but...then she picks herself up quickly, groping around the roots for her bag. Her bag filled with the art supplies she hasn't touches in weeks now.

Somewhere, somewhere...ha! There. Unfurling a cloth on her lap, she takes out a stick of charcoal, well used so it has a slight point.]

...I'm not a teacher, and I'm not a master. I'm still learning myself, but...there isn't life here, you're right. What I can say is that the body, the face, everything has a certain fluidity... [And she begins scrawling in the lower, unused corner of the picture. It's a similar picture, but at a different angel, with more movement and life.] You can't just look at the world and expect it so stand still for you. You capture the world as it is - moving, breathing...living.

[When she's done, she hands the sketchpad back to Asch.] I can't teach you how to add life to things; that's something you'll have to learn for yourself. I can only show you your errors, and correct them.