"Forever you," I told her.

"Everything you give deserves the recognition from the gods above. But would they dare steep their eyes to the creational creativity that is you? Not even the mightiest of nail bearers can compete in the things you create. Your mind is wild; It flays and demands attention. That's what you prefer, no? Attention from your great works?"

"..."

"Is this not true? This is what you told me."

"..."

"You prefer not to answer?"

She nods with a slow head turn, nervously fidgeting her arms.

"Hm. I see. The greatest of greats never tend to explain their work ethics, anyway. It makes knowing them all the more special! Including you."

The blush looked visible, but seemed to fade nonchalantly. She looks back at me with a faint style, though, her expression and uncertain stance gave her character a different tone. It wasn't negative, nor was it positive. It all felt made up. But this beetle of such wonders... it's a shame she felt so abrupt today. I suppose I should give her space. Have I caused this? Oh, dear. That would not end well for me. Not a chance!