Nico chuckled.

"Guess you don't need me to hold your hand through this, huh?" she teased, craning her neck to get a look at the result. "Looks good!"

She wasn't sure what the symbol he'd chosen was, though. A flower? A turtle?

"I didn't know you did that much drawing," she said, offering him a hand up out of the chair so that they could scurry off to the bathroom before his myth healing digested the ink right off of his arm. "Or painting, I guess."