For some reason, being told he seemed to be doing well made Rhys actually give a startled little laugh. He really hadn't laughed in months and this probably didn't count as a real laugh but the sound was unfamiliar. Almost. It ended as suddenly as it began, fingers curling against his legs as if to brace himself. If he'd been in his usual attire, he would have dropped his head and let his hood hide his face. Unfortunately for him, Mab had convinced him to dress in clothes that actually fit him and looked good.
"I don't know about that.." Maybe it looked that way, if the other person hadn't been involved, but he was sure that neither Ariel or Amadeus would had agreed with that. Was he doing better than he had when he'd walked himself into that Ivory Tower? Maybe, depended on what you meant by better. He wasn't on an exclusive diet of bagged blood anymore. He was doing well with feeding, maybe not on his own, but it wasn't like he was ripping throats out, either.
"I'm sorry. It's just that..." More chewing on that ball of scar tissue in the corner of his lips. "I don't think anyone would really agree."