Did he know where the paint brush had gotten. What a silly question. Of course Rhy knew where they had gotten. The simple fact of the matter had been that, given the work being done, Rhy hadn't been able to help with sanding. His daily job required his hands to be a touch softer in some places, and have very carefully managed callouses in others. So going at something with sandpaper had not been a thing he could do. No, instead he'd done his duty in cleaning the windows, and then had sat back while Llewellyn finished the last door.

And, while he was sitting, he had been twirling the brushes between his fingers quite deftly. Now he handed one over with a smile.

"Trust me, dear, I always know where the fun things to toy with are. And now, in all eagerness, we can start adding the bursts of color that will make this space more inviting."