Atreus nodded, though before he took the offered hand he turned his attention to his fallen guard. There hadn't even been time for the man to take out his sword. He fumbled briefly with the buckle but got the belt undone, not about to leave such a valuable weapon behind where any manner of creature could steal it. Such would shame the other fae's memory. "May the Goddess and Consort keep you safe, my friend." Atreus murmured quietly, gripping the guard's shoulder for a moment.
He at last took the offered hand, using the sheathed sword in his other hand to help get to his feet. A wave of weakness from blood loss swept over Atreus and he took a deep breath, steadying himself as he straightened to his full height. It was practically hardwired for him to try not to show weakness. "I would not want the humans to find him in such a state but I fear there is no time. Where you are kind, another might not be, and it would be rude of me to accept your help and put you in danger by lingering here." Although it was possibly a danger to help him period. He had no idea if the fae that attacked had others that would come looking for them. Atreus also had no intention of casually mentioning he was a fae prince that several wanted dead. That was far too much information to give a stranger, at least, out in the open it was.