Graciously allowing both artist and mage their time to recover from their various maladies and frights, Alexandrie turns her attention instead to the rest of the drawings, looking up in brief (brief) stints to compare them to the grotesqueries that inspired them. After three such stints, she quickly decides that in order to avoid a need for a similar recovery period she really ought not to, despite her curiosity about how he'd chosen to depict them. What aspects he'd thought most important.

The exercise of applying an intellectual framework really does wonders for keeping ones mind off the rampant insanity. Save that these were sketches of things meant to drive one insane. She stops looking at the drawings as well, casting her eyes to the ceiling instead. "Adrianus De Vries would have given his left arm to have seen these," she muses; a Nevarran artist of much note who'd made his fame on his mind-warping paintings of buildings and structures that could not possibly exist. Could barely exist on canvas. His self portrait had been...

Well.