The more Phoebe Faulkner thought about it, the more impossible it seemed. 'How could a man as high and mighty as him possibly do something so pointless?'
"I want to draw something… Wait, I need to go get something. I'll be right back."
'There's an expert right here, and he's free. It'd be a waste not to ask for his help.'
However, she stopped mid-sentence, realizing that just explaining it might not be clear enough. It would be better to show Jace Lennox some of her current mentor's works and ask him how she should approach her own designs to satisfy the Iron Abbess.
She scrambled off the bed, turned, and ran back to her room.
Seeing that Phoebe Faulkner was physically fine—so much so that she could run around full of life—Jace Lennox felt the last of his worries disappear completely.
Phoebe quickly returned with her laptop.
