No one dared tell Amren no. Cassian flew out the night she asked, and came back with all the paint he could carry. Azriel fetched canvas. Mor hunted down brushes.
Rhysand stripped to be her first model.
"Does Cassian have to watch?" He asked.
"I've seen it all before," Cassian reminded him.
Amren, in the meantime, replied, "I said no moving. Talking is moving."
Rhysand knew better than to try and enter her mind to ask for a reprieve, and so settled in for the wait. If he was lucky, she would tire of painting in hours, rather than minutes.