Andras only had a moment of silence in respect and understanding. As unfortunate as it was, he was glad she didn't have to remember it. It was best that way. The fae could be such...awful folk.
"I'll remember that," he said. "I'm familiar with the practice, but not the talent." He told her as the doors finally opened when the eternally rising lift came to a stop. As before, Andras stood before the doors to one side to stop them from closing and allowed Feyre off before he followed suit.
He looked around the foyer they had entered and frowned. "It all looks the same and has no visual appeal...it's just...metal." He made a face, pouting that there was so little to see. "Are the rooms better?"