Skellig closes his eyes for a moment, thinking to himself, asking himself just how far do you feel like taking this as he wanders a few steps away from her. He has no issues about if he were to get emotional or drawn into the story a bit further than the others. He does now fear her seeing him process those things.

He just isn't sure if he even knows HOW to begin, if it were to happen.

His focus is on the grass beneath his bare feet, each blade as it touches his skin, hundreds of tiny pieces supporting him. It is like how his feathers work, there are hundreds... alone in his wings one cannot do much, but together...

"The Goddess will see," he echoes quietly, turning back to face her. "If it is too much, I will tell you."