Edelgard waves the apology away. "It's not a bother. Don't worry about it." This was a fairly well-traveled thoroughfare, after all. She was expecting the occasional gawker. And this young woman isn't being terribly obtrusive either.

She reaches down for the canteen by where she's sitting and takes a drink. "It does, though not quite like this." She gestures to the canvas upon which she's working. "I'm given to understand they use those...computer-machines to do most of it. Or using rocks and trees as the canvas. It's rather admirable, the dedication to the protection of natural spaces here." And carrying that stack of canvases had earned Byleth more than a few sullen looks, which confused her more than anything until Edelgard looked into it more and discovered the aversion to more familiar mediums of painting. "But it does exist. I could tell you where to find some absolutely stunning groves, if you'd like." Her first month she might have kept to herself, but she hadn't been idle.