Nonomi couldn't help reaching out to touch the light. He was a moth and it was the flame. He was drawn to it. Like a true moth drawn to the flame. He looked at the hands as she said no no to touching the light. He nodded his head to show he understood. He almost pouted though as it was so pretty. He looked up at her. "Yes. You are my tribe." He said softly. "I know you will not hurt me." His words soft but even the shaman would be able to hear them. Looking at Kieara curiously. He had not seen an older girl of the tribe up close. They stopped playing with him around twelve or thirteen summers. He looked to his wings and his antennae drooped for a second. "Me too." He whispered. "They hurt." His wings lifted and fell back down dejectedly. He was happy that his tribe wanted to help him. He took his free hand and touched her cheek. Tracing it with his fingertips curiously. Tracing her face. She had a somewhat different structure than the little kids he played with. He had sudden memories of a little girl he had played with when he had been younger. He aged slower than humans and would never truly die. He pulled his hand back. "Ki..." He said the one syllable as if shocked by it. Yet it was what he had called her when they had both been little. He lowered his free hand to his lap shyly. Falling silent again and blushed a second. His antennae moving up and down as his wings flexed for a second. Looking to the shaman he gave him a shy smile. Telling him with his eyes he trusted him. Looking to Kieara. "Tell me...the stories about...me?" He said in a questioning way.