Joscelin's dream is clear in her mind, the notes she wrote down after waking cementing details about who he truly is, but her own dream shared with him is faded into the backdrop of her mind.

She spots Joscelin painting by himself. With a plate full of the day's food offerings, she makes her way over to him, leaning over to see what he's working on. It's a lovely painting, quite well done, but there's an air of melancholy that also matches his mood.

"It's very beautiful." Ginia comments through her phone, sitting across from him and setting the plate between them.