[She leans in as he turns the sketchbook; she recognizes many of those depicted in passing, and gives a gentle shake of her head as he tries to insist against her assessment.]

You are looking like an artist to me. You're quite good.

[Certainly better than her efforts would ever turn out to be— her strengths certainly lie elsewhere.]

I am glad you have something to be occupying your mind— I know it is not easy to be staying still.

[Especially for someone like him. It's a problem she would have, as well, one she had already struggled with during her own forced rest.]

But you do not need to be thanking me. I wanted to see that you were well with my own eyes. You were all being gone such a long time... many of us did not sleep well in your absence, we were so worried.