He stood quiet and wait for her to process, his smile growing small before falling away. He waved his hand to overlook her apology. "It's alright," Rhysand said softly. "I'm not sure where to begin, so I suppose if you'd like to go and clean up from all of this I can explain after? You must be tored," he offered another kind smile and presented her his arm. "I'll show you home if you'd like."