Eirika eyed the canvas with some thought before she looked to her own hands. What kinds of things could she make? She'd never been particular artistic. Not in the way of visual pleasantries, anyway. That wasn't something that could be taught to her either, right? Art was supposed to be about heart, she thought.

So what was in hers...?

"I don't really have the experience," she confessed. "You shouldn't give me something when I don't really have the hands for just such a thing." It was like giving an axe to someone who'd only ever used a polearm.