Rhyske stared at everything as Elea and Myst led him and his mother through the circus proper. He listened to everything they said, wondering if maybe by the way they spoke of this Mira that she was a rather odd duck for doing what she did, but then, he hadn't yet met one person in this place who wasn't odd in their own way.
As they cleared the entertainment tents, Rhyske focused almost immediately on the animals. He knew the horses and oxen, the mules and donkeys, even the few chickens and sheep and goats that wandered through calling and braying and generally making noise. When he saw the riding dogs, he almost stopped. He'd never seen creatures like that before, and was almost curious enough to go over and introduce himself to the animals, if only so he could touch them. He knew better than that, though. They were dogs - whether they could be ridden or not - and he knew how to interact with dogs. Better to ask permission than beg for forgiveness. He was sure, in time, he might be able to pet one, but for now, it was better to stick close to his guides and make sure they reached their destination with minimal incidents.
He wondered if he might be able to care for the animals as part of his duties. He interacted better with them than he did with people, and a circus could always use another person who could corral and wrangle the animals without causing them undue harm and injury. He didn't voice the opinion, though. He was sure that Viserian had some plan for him, and he really didn't want to mess up the Ringmaster's plans. But, eventually, he might ask about a change of venue.
When Elea stopped outside a small cream-colored tent, Rhyske realized that this tent was meant for him and his mother. He hesitated for a heartbeat before he moved to pull the tent flap aside and usher his mother inside.
While the tent itself wasn't furnished with personal effects and things like that - they had few, after all, and everything they owned, Rhyske carried with him - there were two bedrolls and a small table with a pair of chairs near the back of the tent. Rhyske was no stranger to sleeping on the ground, and he supposed having the bedroll was better than having nothing at all. He also found a pile of pillows and blankets, and decided they had either been donated by the others in the circus or they'd been pulled out of storage for their use.
He settled his mother in one of the chairs, then busied himself making a bed for her. He rolled out the padding, then layered several blankets on top of it. He added a number of pillows, both for her head, and as a barrier against the tent's wall to prevent her from rolling out that way. Then he rose and moved to stand by her side, reaching out to cup her shoulder.
"I made the bed for you, Mother," Rhyske said, knowing she could hear him even if she wasn't paying attention to him. "You should try to get some sleep when you're done eating. I'm going with Elea and Myst, but you'll be safe here. Don't worry. I'll be back in a little while."
He waited for a response, an indication that she understood, but Rubiyah remained as passive as ever. Rhyske held in a sigh, then left the tent to rejoin his guides.
"All right," he said, giving the two of them the best smile he could, "she's settled. I'm ready to go."