Feyre had been used to men looking at her chest, rather than her face. But this was different. This was very different. And made her a little self conscious, causing her to tuck her lips against her teeth for a moment, before she forced the fidget away.
"Walking horrors. I used to have those. Somehow rid myself of them a month before I was brought here." Though if she were honest, it was sheer exhaustion from training day in and day out with Cassian. "Though it probably had to do more with a few friends keeping my mind off of the cause." And now she only had Rhysand. Who was far too busy with his own life, for her to bother him.