Quietly, Rhysand took the phone and read. And read. And read. He was silent and impassive in face save for a small tilt of his head or a shake, a nod. His expression was a stone and when he had finished he passed it back to her, sipped his drink, and said...
"I do not believe she is right in how she debased herself before you, which automatically caused any argument she had to be invalid." Pause.
"I also believe that there are some lost causes, some battles to lick and choose to fight, and this was one clearly not worth your time. I see why you are riled, no one likes being dragged into a conversation as example, and if I understand everything you've told me it seems unfair to use your father in such a fashion. However, were the child going to this world getting absolutely shitfaced and, for arguments sake something did happen, I would plunge day to night until the situation was rectified."
Rhysand looked to Katherine with a soft expression. "She did not want to see anyone hurt," he said. "You and your father in the conversation were unfortunate bystanders."