No problem 
At the sound of a familiar voice, the woman opened her eyes and pulled herself into a sitting position. It was the female that had greeted her when she arrived. Smiling limply and nodding at her words, Io spoke, 'I suppose you are right,I have been dwelling on things that should not be dwelt on for long'. This woman did not give a name when they first met, and Io would not presure her into revealing it if she didn't want to. Of course she was curious to know her name, but names didn't matter on the grand scheme of things.
Catching sight of the items the woman had let fall to the floor, Io smiled softly and weakly, 'Painting something?' Io herself had never caught onto art, unless it was the food art she was so skilled at using. It almost made her laugh as it was not often she tasted her own food beyond anythingbut a teaspoonful. Food was the only art she usually paid heed to, but if this woman was an artist of some sort, Io would have very much liked to find out something about it. There had been painters and drawers in her city, ones that could create large walls of detailed drawings and then paint them, but Io still paid no attention to them. Usually because they were largely cocky males, who more often that not fell out of favour with the dog hybrid.
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