For the most part, his only responses to her movements were the slow motions of his eyes opening and closing. Head tilted and canted to the side, confusion showing in his features as he watched the woman move around frantically. It was clear to him that she was experiencing some form of fight or flight instinct, and judging by the sheer hole in the forest canopy, it was obvious she had shifted to fly here. Why here of all places, and why she didn’t remain in her true form, was anyone’s guess.<br/><br/><br/>Regardless of what was going on, he remained looking unconcerned. He could see her testing her body to see what was limiting her from acting. Her body was in no shape to even move, let alone attempt any form of assault upon him. Even though he was in his own humanoid form, he had little reason to fear anything she would have been able to do. That notion even carried on as she did managed the strength to come at him. Even as she very briefly held onto the collar of his robe, muttering something about being taken, and what he had done before she slumped back over onto the ground.<br/><br/><br/>A vision of stoicism, his eyes were the only thing that moved. Eyebrows followed, furrowing as he studied her movements. It wasn’t until she crumpled back onto the ground when he dared to move again. Once more, his feet guided him around her to study further. The wings on her back confirmed his suspicions on *what* she was. They caught various scars turning white in some form of healing energy to leave raw scar tissue. He humphed at that, interested. His feet ended where he stood before, once more looking down at her.<br/><br/><br/>“I am...A Guest of the Forest that you’ve just...Created an area of moonlight for. Navae isn’t going to be too pleased about that, I am sure. Tsk tsk..” He looked back up at the broken canopy, shook his head and let go of a long breath.<br/><br/><br/>“Are you able to move...Or are you in need of assistance?” He lifted his hand up, palm facing the sky. The fluttering returned as the gliding book came back from having inspected the canopy. It circled and danced around before settling to hover just above that outstretched palm, pages rapidly moving left to right as if it was in search of something.