[Now, it doesn't hurt to be called a tit monster, that was fine, Relm could call her that. She takes a few slow steps forward, voice quiet.]

I just wanted to help you in any way I could! I love your art, Relm... I'd do anything to support you. Mother might care more about the money but your art is priceless to me...

[And that was what made seeing those secret, hidden sketches so exhilarating. Anything Relm drew was bursting with life and she could tell just by looking at them how deep that love went. She was growing up. She was growing up and she'd only get more and more wonderful.]

... if Mother finds those sketches, I don't know what she'll do. [She'd certainly say that Relm was too young.] I want you to be able to draw whatever you like, sweetie.