She shrugs again, but looks a little more despondent about it this time. She could draw things for Papa every day if he wanted, play whatever song he wanted on the piano, but he was always so busy; she doesn't want to take up his time when so much of what happens in this strange world falls on his shoulders.

Mmhmm! Just a sec, 'kay?" she chirps as she rushes from the room and runs back to her bedroom at full speed. She returns a moment later with a standard notebook sized page of formerly-white paper, the entirety of it now covered with a childish but horribly detailed dragon towering over a city. The sky is filled with stars and a crescent moon, but the dragon doesn't appear to be threatening it. If anything, the arms and tail curl around the building protectively.

She's also clearly used almost every color in the crayon box to make it.