( he is sad. peasants are incapable of understanding the true depth of a tortured artist's mind, but iskra is no peasant. she is a magical cat belonging to the last petrova doppelganger; of course she's a snowflake. the last time she brought someone a dead mouse as a gift it was received poorly, people are unappreciative is what they are, and so she learned to change gears quickly. her gift for klaus is to be less impossible and distracting as he broods, though she doesn't waste the opportunity to keep him company. she saunters into the library with a charcoal pencil in between her teeth, and proceeds to drop it on his lap.
can they touch you and come away still clean?
yes. she'd stolen it. )