In the bathroom Rhysand beheld himself and at first he didn't know what to think. There was that pregnant pause, a second of time where an onlooker of a dramatic television show might hold their breath fearing for the worst or praying for the best. Then it ended as the incredibly tall fae-Illyrian broke into shoulder shaking, gut hurting laughter.
"What is it supposed to be?" he asked in a stammer through his chuckles as he reached for a hand towel and ran it under the water.