"Out?" Lyall can't imagine what anyone would want with the out of doors. It is, after all, pouring rain. He frowns at Ivan, approaching quietly and attempting to look nonthreatening. "I think that might be a bad idea, lad. It is raining, after all. Is there somewhere else you need to find?"

What else might bring a little boy out of his room so early? Unless he was naturally an early riser. It hasn't occurred to him yet that Ivan might not understand him, either.