She had made the joke first, he remedied with time and patience. And yet...
Rhysand took the camera and looked through it as described. "Doesn't seem so awful," he commented and started to look around the room and click, click, click, click. Some shots were of the outside through the window, some of the studio set up, and one of Katherine that would be a blur for he moved too quick between them all.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked lightly as he took several steps away to take a close up of sow decoration in the room or another. There could be no other it, and he wouldn't let it go. He had no pretense other than to make sure she was doing alight: based on her hurried change of subject he assumed not. Rhysands only priority was her healing. Every conversation was enjoyable but also guided for gauging her resolution. A thought occurred to him to drop it, another that he should simply go, but abandoning her was the worst thing he could do.