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"What's on your hand?" He asked, his mouth crinkling into a frown. "Nothing," She replied quickly, hiding her hands behind her back. Attin quietly reached over and took her hand, the one with dandelions and other inky designs covering it. "I was bored during lectures yesterday. I wanted to draw, so I did. I always keep a permanent marker on me just in case." "You drew this?" "Yes."