Thornton simply raised an eyebrow. Nowell was... so much more excitable than Mairwen and he was unaccustomed to having a younger family member around. When the younger students got this... excitable, Thornton could just walk away. But not right now.

"A painting of you, Nowell, or actually paint on you?" Thornton recalled that that was a thing that some people liked to do, apparently. He was certain that Aunt Melisandre would not like that one bit, and Mother would fuss about paint being dragged into the house. Because Thornton knew that Nowell would rush inside at some point to show it off. But if the younger boy wanted to, well, what else was summer for but a bit of fun?

He was distracted, though, by Adelaide's voice carrying toward them. Smiling at his cousin, he peered around his canvas. He squinted a bit as he considered her shoulders and face. "A bit pink, yes. Did you forget your sunblock?" That looked at least moderately uncomfortable. "I'm sure there's some salve inside, though. Ask Seren if you don't want to tell your mother...."