“Absolutely.” The answer came immediately, before he'd even evaluated just who this child was and what she was doing in his home. The only thing that mattered in that moment was that she was a child, and she was thirsty. With the same lack of hesitation that characterized his answer, he made the offer of his own cup. He'd sipped out of it, but not much, and it would be faster than making her a cup of her own. “Would you like mine or do you want a fresh cup?”
And if she was thirsty, was she also hungry? That was distinctly possible. The two states seemed to go together in children. Adults as well, but for children the urges seemed to be more pressing. At least that was the impression he got from his sons when they demanded snacks and treats.
He bent his long legs until he was squatting, putting himself at eye level for the girl. It was not comfortable, and he did not like it. Mostly because of the effort that was going to be required to stand straight again. But it might put her at ease, and that was more important. If she was comfortable, she would be more likely to tell him who she was, and just why she was popping out of the shadows in his home.
Speaking of shadows, she seemed to still be half in one, despite the fact that he knew she was not. The girl looked as though two different halves had been put together to make a whole, but a mismatched whole. One side was white, the other black. That could not be easy for the girl. Children had a tendency to tease that which was different, even amongst their kind when different ranged widely. How curious. Something about her appearance tickled a memory at the back of his brain, but he couldn't recall it in that moment.
“I am Hypnos,” he told her. “This is my home. Are you hungry?”
Details such as her name and why she was here would likely come with more comfort. Which almost certainly meant food. And Hypnos would never deny a child in need or distress. He had too many children of his own not to have a special place in his heart for the little ones.