After contemplating for a few seconds in silence as Leonard waited patiently for her to reply, she finally mustered up to open her mouth.
"I... I found the curtain," she stammered, her gaze flickering between Leonard and the portrait behind her. "I didn't mean to intrude, but I couldn't resist..."
Her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the right words to convey the myriad thoughts racing through her mind. Leonard's expression softened as he stepped closer, reaching out to gently grasp her trembling hand in his own.
"It's alright, Ophelia," he reassured her, his touch sending a comforting warmth coursing through her veins. "there's no need to be afraid. That portrait... it's just a painting, a relic of the past."
