In a familiar motion (how is it already familiar?) Skellig instinctively wraps his arm around Kreyu's shoulders as she cuddles closer to him, his hand coming to rest on her upper arm.

He watches the midwife - Tawaret - move around the room.

"Kreyu speaks highly of your teachings," he offers, gratitude (for lessons that she will need to use later, in different lifetimes) evident in his voice. It also works to explain the bow.

And since the midwife is not attempting to run a spear through him at the sight of HIS wings...

"I am Skellig," he adds. "Well met, Tawaret."

As well met as one can, when entangled in a nest of linens and naked as the day he came into being.