Oh, I can imagine. It helps that he looks good in damn near anything, though. One of those little mortal things he never quite grew disgusted with, perhaps.

[She acutely remembers him sobbing over Felih all of a sudden, though, and tries to shake it off. With such a broken man, it's hard to avoid the marid in the room...]

What about you? You seem like you've taken it in stride. I'm sure it must feel a little awkward, but individuality has its upsides, too.