Nonomi looked at the shaman and nodded his head. He held Kieara's hand as she had always been his favorite when she had been a child. When she was really little he had given her a flight in the air. With her nestled on his back nears his shoulders. He remembered it now...did she? He listened to the shaman as he spoke. He smiled as all of that was true. He did watch over the children. He protected them to the best of his ability. He played with them and kept them smiling. Kept them from harm and sent them back into the tribe campsite if danger was nearing. He looked down but smiled. They seemed happy with him. He was glad for this. He enjoyed his tribe. "You are my tribe. I will do what I can to protect you all." He said softly. Crying out in pain as the shaman touched his wings. Whimpering and looked at him slightly. Sniffling but did not cry. He clutched Kieara's hand a bit tighter. His wings flexed a bit then lowered down. His side would be okay far sooner than his wings. He looked at the shaman. "Tell chief...the white men are trying to find the tribe. They are trying to steal our land from us by force." He said softly. "I did not tell them where you were. Which is why they shot holes in my poor wings." He said softly. He closed his eyes and laid down. His head resting in Kieara's lap as he curled up beside her and went to sleep. He felt so safe beside her. Was he really considered a spirit. Perhaps he was. His father was a spirit and he was certain so was his mother. He held onto Kieara's hand even as he fell into a sleep that he needed to sleep. A smile on his face despite the pain. He mumbled one question. "Does all of the village like me shaman?" He was awake enough to hear the answer.