"A mask can only be accurate if it is made solely for you," She says, as if lecturing, but then the brows unknit and her face muscles relax and a smile appears there. A small one, but a real one. Proud, pleased, and maybe just a little fond. Just a little.

"I am glad you approve of it." She admitted, her voice more of a murmur - as if she wasn't sure how to raise it when she wasn't being angry or passionate about something. "I was not sure I would have time to adjust it, if you didn't."