There does seem to be something troubling the young woman, judging by her voice. "Do you spend much time in any of Camelot's parks?" Edelgard asks. "That's where I've seen the bulk of that natural art I mentioned. And they make for enjoyable afternoon walks, I've found." Perhaps it might help with whatever sorrows she appears to be dealing with, but that's not for Edelgard to say.

However, she shakes her head vigorously. "Oh, no. No, no. I don't think so." She denies. "I'm not nearly ready to display my work." The painting looks fine, but from Edelgard's reaction doesn't seem like false modesty. "I'm still far too rusty with this style." Maybe if she tried her hand at realism again, but that holds little appeal for her these days. "And there seems to be a certain stigma against art displayed on a canvas like this. I doubt anyone would be inclined to come even if I did think I was ready for a showing."