After that, well... what?
Rhyske wanted to ask, but at the same time, he didn't know if he wanted the answer. He'd seen what Viserian could do, and he wasn't sure if the man was actually giving him a choice or just saying he had one. So, Rhyske followed him quietly for a moment, mulling over the man's words. He wanted to help him? Why? For what reason? Rhyske wasn't sure.
Finally, he looked up at Viserian. "No one's ever offered to help before. Sorry if I seem a little skeptical. What is it you want me to do in return for this help? What is it you want my mother to do? I mean, Mom's kind of... useless even on her good days, but she's my mother, you know? I can't just leave her behind somewhere. I can't just... walk away."
As they approached the food tents, it was easy to spot Rubiyah. She was sitting at a long table surrounded by empty bowls. The stacks didn't phase Rhyske one bit. He knew how much his mother could eat, especially with no one there to stop her. Especially when she had the coin for it. She was still eating, he saw, and Rhyske wondered - not for the first time - where all of that food went to, for it wasn't like his mother gained any weight.
Slowly, he approached her, smiling gently. "Hey, Mother." He stood by quietly until she rolled her head around to look at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you having a good time? Are you okay?"
Without blinking, Rubiyah stuck out her hand, palm up. "Money." she growled. "Give it here. I know you have some."
Rhyske winced. So, she was in that mood. He knew if he didn't give her what she wanted, she would cause a scene, and he felt there had already been enough of a scene for one day. He glanced toward Viserian apologetically, then stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out some coins, placing them in his mother's hand.