Fjord hadn't honestly been paying the small girl much attention. His ribs were aching enough that he was scowling gently, one hand casually resting across his chest trying both to not put pressure on the acid burns on his stomach and still grip his ribs tightly enough for proper support, while the other taps lightly on the screen.

When the girl approaches him, he doesn't even notice until she actually talks to him; he's honestly not sure what to make of the question, before she's already turning the page around and showing him. She's... a pretty good artist, actually. Maybe not quite on Jester's level, but certainly good for how young she seems.

So he offers her a faint smile. "I don't mind none. That looks pretty good."