Feuilly

"Oh, I was up early working. Painting--translating." He's about to move away from the topic, which he doubts interests Hotspur in the slightest, but--no, you know what, that's a little too self-effacing. Feuilly sets his chin stubbornly and unconsciously. "I've started painting the leaf for the fan I want to enter in the fair. It's a painting of a, a world where some of the people who come here live--Fawkes, and Ellen Park. Everything in their world was destroyed but now they're building again."