[The scrawl stops, and Miyabi lifts her eyes, feeling oddly relaxed, and at peace. She leans forward, taking the sketchpad, and her face seems to light up in a very bright smile. It's a dramatic change, in such a short span of time. Even she can see it...she really can see it. Life. Without color. Color makes things vibrant, and maybe more beautiful, but that doesn't mean it makes them live. Everything is alive...it had been, all this time. She just didn't see it. No, that's wrong. She thought she couldn't see it.

Miyabi flips through the sketches, making only very subtle changes. There aren't many, and when she sees the doodle of the branch, she tilts her head with a smile, then looks back up to Asch.]

...Can I keep this? It's very good, you're very good, Asch. You learn quickly, and...and I think I learned something, too.

So, thank you. Very much. [And in the deepest form of thanks and respect, Miyabi bows. Maybe she'll start painting again. One color, or even just black ink. She just wants to paint.]