So it WAS the basilisk she’d been hearing. Riku imagined it was probably eerie hearing that just before she was petrified. In response, Riku drew himself in armor and blindfolded on black paper, wielding a sword. Around him were squiggled word bubbles like the ones she’d drawn. There were more bubbles to one side of him, and it looked like Riku had used chalk to make a long smudge with what appeared to be a head: the basilisk, or rather an impression of it. Both of them had heard the creature before they faced it.

The second picture was of her hunched over a picture she was working on with utmost care. To the side of it, it showed her in the same pose, but carefully examining and treating his arm as he sat to the side. It seemed to him that no matter what she did, she paid attention to details. It was fair to say that healing was an art in its own right.

When Riku slid the pictures under the door he stood back and looked to the crack under the door with a satisfied smile. Riku wasn’t the quiet type, but he appreciated peaceful moments like those he shared with Namine doing these drawings. They could meet at any time, but this was very meaningful in a different way. Every picture they made was time and effort intended for each other and each other only. It was thoughtful. And while their skill differed greatly, the same sort of care was put into pictures from both.

It made him very happy to think of it this way.