No, pumpkin, I'm not gonna do anything bad to you. You're not gonna die, or be horribly mutilated, or anything like that. Chill out. Hell, I had worse done to me when I was a kid.

[Rhys is just gonna get a bone broken. It's really not a big deal! Nothing to cry over. Bones break all the time.]

Shhh, almost. Almost.

[There is a temptation to not break Rhys' arm. It could be a pretty big deal, benevolently granting him a reprieve. Inspire some loyalty. Rhys is...well, he's soft inside. Mess him up, it could just break him completely. And he still might be useful. It might be worth it to toughen him up a little, first.]

[Maybe. He's still pissed about the lying. Rhys should know better! And he's not sure if the kid's sufficiently aware of how badly he's messed up. He'll sleep on it.]

[He gets them both onto the fast travel pad - or whatever they call it here - and selects Goldenrod.]

Now we get to the house, you're going in the shower. You puke on any of my furniture or carpets, I'm cutting off a couple of toes. You're gonna have some scrambled eggs, a bunch of water, and you're gonna sleep. I don't want to deal with your hangover tomorrow.