[She looks pensive, he thinks, and more than a bit melancholy. When he enters, he's tempted to hug her, but he's not sure how that would go over. In any case, the maudlin air is banished by the lights coming on.]

Sketches, and paint. I advise you to select one or two rooms for this. The more space you try to protect, the harder it is to keep warded.

[He meets her eyes seriously.] I'll guide you, but you're going to need to paint these yourself. How's your memory for sigils and forms?