Rhysand looked down at Katherine as he await her answer, feeling as if there was more to say but not wanting to push it. He had his own concerns but he was not yet ready to divulge them, either. The thing he had learned about Katherine was that it seemed best to let her get around to what she wanted to say, or do, in her own time.
Setting the flowers aside on a small table near the door, the fae turned to face the outside while placing a comforting arm about Katherine's shoulder. Somewhere in the house he could hear Thor give a snort of displeasure before the door clicked closed behind them.
"How are the wolves?" Rhysand asked conversationally.