Her breath catches in her chest when Steve turns his sketchbook around to show her. Between his skilled hands and her descriptions, he's damn close for a first try. Minor details aren't right, but she'll walk him through all of them slowly. Face shapes in proportion to her own. The length of her father's beard. The relative heights of the whole family. Small lines on her parents' faces. The fact that her father would have one hand on her mother's shoulder and the other on her sister's. Even the general feel of the fabric of the family's clothing. No detail is too small for Steve, and Amelia will work through every last one until she truly sees her family staring out of the portrait at her.

"Perfect. You... they... everything is just... perfect." There may be tears standing in her eyes as she smiles across the table at him, but there's no denying the happiness that they come from. "Steve, I... I can't possibly pay you enough for what you've given me. But anything you need or desire, and I mean anything, and I will get it for you. You have my word on that."

In spite of all of that, she's also pulling out a small pouch and counting out some gold coins for him. Sure, he's likely got some things he needs to clean up on it before he gives it to her, but that doesn't mean she's not paying him for his time today.