Skellig sighs as she 'nuzzles' at him (and he can hear one of the crew who is busy hauling their dead 'friend' towards the railing of the ship comment about the fact that he calls this eagle his 'wife') and turns his head to press his lips against her feathers, not minding that some are crispy and burnt.

(Well, he minds. But doesn't let it stop him from kissing her.)

"They would be fools to try anything else, but you are right, my love." Once he is 'finished', he leans back slightly to inspect his 'work', nodding gently. "Are you wanting to stay on the ship for the full course to the mainland?" The unspoken: where are we headed and what is your plan?