Technically, he's not even two... but he definitely doesn't look it. "I would think protecting them from something else would be best done first," Corwin mutters, rasping. "It would take less time, and might help protect them from themselves."

Then he pauses, and glances at her, frowning beneath the mask. He may be a bit naive, but he's not stupid. "Themselves," he repeats. "Aren't you one of them?"