"With my camera, yes," Sonia answers, looking pleased. At least someone seems to appreciate it. She watches him with an eager but patient smile as he leans over, although her Armsman taps her politely on her shoulder, murmuring, "Princess..."

"Oh, Gavalas -- pffft," Sonia says, brushing him off. Seriously, if Toska wanted to hurt Sonia he could've done it a hundred ways by now, and even if he were inclined, there are still enough soldiers in here to make it a problem for him. She opens her mouth in preemptive response to whatever evaluation he might have, only to fall short of one for that.

"Oh, it's, you know. The way you frame things when you take the picture. I'm trying to get better at it." She points to a close-up shot of a few fragile winter flowers by the burbling creek at the edge of their camp. The flowers are the only thing in focus, everything else blurred to soft background noise. "See this, how the flowers are in focus, and rocks around it draw your eye to them even more?"