Rhysand had a series of comical quips but none of them seemed appropriate. Magic was, in fact, fickle and did not always work as planned. It took her consideration for the bond as fact, as choice of love and declaration of oneness and made it so. He could not say he had anticipated it in that moment, only that despite all of her concerns he was glad for the bond to have struck.
As she moved away from him he frown, and as she cried he got up in one swift motion to surge to her side. His wings came down like a tent to close off everything from the world but them, his arms about her shoulders gently.
"Katherine," he said evenly but in a hush. "You are the strongest woman I know and the only one I wish to share my life with! I would drag my way through any world to find you again, and again, and again." Rhysand pressed a kiss to her brow.
"You--I--If you do not wish to have this, then I will go. Your father is the least of my concerns. My only concerns are for you." He nodded subtly, heart feeling as if it might shatter. The pieces would never be picked up. They would be blown away in the wind, scattered across all the land never to be seen from again. He would wither without her affection but if he was not what she wanted then he would go so she did not have to suffer.