[..>Well you sure...silenced Garry for a while. Is Ib slowly getting her memory back? This was a good thing but at the same time, he didn't want Ib to hurt from it at all. A few moments later, he responds.]

But you helped me too. A lot. And I'm grateful for that.

[This is true, without Ib's help he sure would have died slowly back there in the gallery. If she hadn't gotten the blue rose back from the lady in the painting...]

Besides, it's holiday fun. To me, painting your face hardly counts as a favor.