That sounded like his child alright. Practical. Calculated. Rhysand almost smirked but he had to keep it cool. He instead nodded in agreement, drawing around the room to an open space. "Well, such gifts sound familiar. Both Katherine and I can transport ourselves. Where I am from it is called winnowing. Katherine calls it teleportation. It gets easier with time and practice." He smiled coolly at her as he came to stand at her side. He was a towering form of fae ancestry.
"Please excuse me, I can't help the theatrics," Rhysand said without a hint of apology before his wings, so large they filled the living area entirely, snapped open. Leathery, strong, and talons tipping the high arch that scratched the ceiling.