Whatever happens, it happens too quickly-- or not at all. Rhy is aware, very suddenly but also rather dimly, of Ronan's arms around him, the solid press of his body guiding him, the familiar voice in his ear. He relaxes, sinks into the cushions, while his body catches up with the new calm in his mind and the physical reactions of shock and anger melt away bit by bit.

He becomes aware of the room sometime later. Unable to figure out how he'd ended up in it, Rhy stumbles out, and is almost immediately swept up again in the dark, frantic mood of the castle and the other Summoned, especially Kell. When asked where he was, he can't really answer, but considering all that's happened, Rhy vaguely blames the shock and possibly some of those Ikorr drinks catching up with him belatedly. Difficult to tell. Difficult to care, when he is so distracted. He doesn't think about it again for a long while.