Rhysand remained still as he relinquished his mind hold. He stood quiet and considered the situation, weighing his options and his words cautiously before he spoke. He took one step closer, then another, as he did so.
"Maybe so," he agreed with a nod. "In another time. We do not have children here." His hand waved to the side as if to motion behind him toward the world.
"Regardless of that; you look in need of assistance. At least allow me to give you water and a set of clothes before you go on your way. It's the least I could offer...as apology for my tone." Because that pit in his stomach did not want to give up on the idea that had quite suddenly been planted in his head.