The offering is an unexpected one, but he accepts the sketch book with a quiet word of thanks, handling it with all the care he would give an ancient manuscript. Each page is turned with great care, the spine supported and never stretched.

Isidor watches Viatorus for a moment before looking back to Steve. "Viatorus does some of his own drawing..."

"Not like this," he pipes up, less anxious now that he has something to distract him. "These are wonderful! I'm not good at capturing this much detail." It's only when he looks up again that he hesitates. "What...ah, what kind of paint do you use?"