"I would not have you take any more losses, if I could help it in some way or form, I would gladly do so."

She is right there and the sparkle and glitter of the water droplets does catch his attention - after all, he does care fondly for things that shimmer and shine. (It is the bird in him, perhaps?)

Skellig traces his fingertips over her hand, cautiously feeling her skin beneath his touch - how did he expect het to feel? Different, because she is a goddess? He isn't sure.

"You give so much of yourself, of your strength and energy to all those who would wander and dwell within it. I would work to help build that back up." He only needs direction.