Another turn of his head, Rhysand looked to the screen and smiled kindly. "You have talent for capturing the image of a soul," he commented as if he had often stared upon art and contemplated the beauty of it. Perhaps he had. Perhaps he was a true artistic eye and wore only the guise of someone who cared for his clothes.
Oh wait, that was in fact him.
"What do you do with them from there? It would seem a waste not to show them to the island."