Magica seemed to flinch at the idea of anyone touching the art - even if it was for a good reason. She clenched her arms, as if trying to resist the urge to bite back a bitter remark... although what did come out was still very sour. "No one else is meant to see these, so repairing them won't be necessary."

If they didn't have to be there any longer, she didn't want to linger - she was already headed back the way they came. "They'll be the last portraits, anyway... no one would ever paint Poe and myself."