Caym sat in front of the vanity mirror, his expression curious as he observed his reflection. His amber eyes flickered with a hint of amusement as he adjusted the tie in his hair, a small tuft of black hair now gathered at the top of his head like a sheaf of wheat. To shield his attire from stray hair, Ingrid draped a blue cloak over his shoulder.
Ingrid stood behind him, her cerulean eyes reflecting a mixture of amusement and disbelief as she watched Caym's reflection.
"It's been a while since I've seen myself in a mirror," Caym remarked, raising an eyebrow as he continued to fiddle with his hair.
Ingrid couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the sight before her, her hand flying to her mouth in a futile attempt to contain her amusement. But it proved to be too much, and she quickly turned away, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
