Skellig is also keeping an eye on those tasked with sailing the vessel, but his focus he finally allows to shift greater to her and her injuries, placing a hand on her (non-wounded) wing to allow himself contact. It is still a little strange, when she is in this shape of her soul, but she is familiar all the same...

"Now that we have a moment, I wanted to get a look at you," he says, voice equally hushed as he studies the burns on her chest, the scent of burnt feathers filling his nose. "I would heal you if you'd allow it, but I do not think I can replace the feathers..."