The shadow of where his wings would be might grow to the eyes of certain people who are sensitive to that sort of thing as he feels them flare a little, protectively. He extends his reach of what he's listening for, wondering what has this child in such a fright.

"He won't catch you," he says, motioning for her to come closer to him as he kneels slightly. "Where is your Momma? Does she need help?"

Skellig does not yet send out a call for Kreyu, and keeps his emotions steady - if this is something he can handle on his own, he would not bother her.