There were many paths he could take, but which would lead him anywhere he wanted to go? There was this ritual, this spell. How did anyone choose? Maybe, one day, he'd figure that all out. But if he learned a little of this, a little of that, it was only a matter of time until he found his place, right?
With the offer of learning a trick, Rhys paused for a moment, chewing on his lip, careful not to cut it open. He technically couldn't really use magic without Amadeus present but Mab was his child, so it would be okay, right? Another moment went by before he nodded, actually looking at her instead of over her shoulder or head. "Please teach me."