Ian heard her sharp response and held up his hands. Sorry. Just showing a little concern. He looked at her a little closer. She looked very weary. As if it took great effort for her to be standing. He didn't feel like drawing such a harsh response again so he decided she knew what was best for her. Maybe he'd mention it to his head of house later.

She gave him an instruction and he shrugged, said ok and headed off to grab a fan as she smiled at him.

He returned shortly holding a green paper fan with an image of a phoenix on it that erupted in flames, dropped into the ashes and re-emerged from the flames in glory. He hoped it was the kind she was looking for. He held it up and then began to move the fan up and down close to her hair to make it move. It seemed silly to make your hair move, but what did he know about fashion photography?