"The edges of paintings? Um?" What else had edges? "Stairs or walls maybe?"

Rikku has been creeping ever closer to her companions as they continue, totally disregarding personal space, when Zelda heads down the short hallway she follows, practically on the other woman's heels. She does not want to look at the lips on the wall, yet she can't not look at them, certain they will do something the moment she does. "Guh."

At the empty vase she hums. "They for reals need a new decorator!" Maybe one that did not bring paintings to life and leave garish empty vases in the middle of nowhere. She pluckes the rose from her alchemy pouch, moving to place it in the stark vase.