[She watches, quietly and patiently. The person he draws has enough familiar traits--the outline of his jaw, the wild hair, his eyes that Meulin can see that it's himself that Kurloz is drawing. She really wouldn't have thought much of the addition of horns, or the makeup (though the stitches might have perturbed her no matter what) if not for how insistent Kurloz seems.
She blinks at him when he points to himself and then looks back down at the drawing. She lightly traces the lines he has drawn, starting with the horns and moving down to his face. Her expression is one of complete curiosity and slight wonder till she gets to the stitches which cause her to frown and furrow her brow a bit.
She looks up at Kurloz and points to the picture, then at him again as if to confirm.]
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She blinks at him when he points to himself and then looks back down at the drawing. She lightly traces the lines he has drawn, starting with the horns and moving down to his face. Her expression is one of complete curiosity and slight wonder till she gets to the stitches which cause her to frown and furrow her brow a bit.
She looks up at Kurloz and points to the picture, then at him again as if to confirm.]