Tyli: *smiles. Glad that, even after what those men did to him a few days ago, he doesn’t seem at all nervous that she’ll hurt him with the knife.* True. *she puts the knife away and comes back with something else. It’s soft but a bit stiff and about half an inch wide. She gently swipes the soft paintbrush down his nose, over his lips, down his chin, and follows his neck down to his equivalent of a collar bone.*