"And come to think of it, " Yuri said as she looked around her. "How is it that you're here?" She asked. There were many questions that she wanted to ask him but there was so little time as the sky was beginning to get dark.
Since the question Yuri had asked him all this time, Beowulf had remained silent. He was thinking of a way to relay his response and at the same time, worried about Yuri's reaction afterward.
"I come to paint here, Yuri…" Beowulf started to say in a voice that sounded very calm and in a low tone. The wind blew as he finished making that statement and even the birds, crickets, and all that had been chirping were all silent now. It seemed like it wasn't only Yuri who wanted to hear what he had to say.
"Hmm…" Yuri hummed in response to what Beowulf had just said.
"What will you do-" Beowulf started but cut himself mid-sentence.
