Siha was thinking hide me hide me. I don't want to be put on display. Or worse stuck in a butterfly net. Or worse than that end up in a jar. He just listened as she blocked her grandfather from seeing him right now. He looked at her wondering what she was getting at. He listened to the conversation. He nodded his head but his friend said more and more humans were believing in the sidhe anymore. That was actually quite saddening. He was now curious about what dream it was that he had. He saw Rachel nodding her head. He soon wasn't liking where this line of conversation was going. Wait her grandfather wanted to meet one of the fair folk? That was an odd line of thinking. Yet at the same time it was interesting and cool. He let out a soft bell like yipe as she shifted on the bed revealing him. He got a deer in the headlights expression for a moment before shifting a bit. Getting an ackward expression of oh crap here goes nothing. "Um...hi. Mr...grandpa...person." He says in a drawn out way as he wasn't sure what to call him. His broken wing trying to fly with the other wing making him whimper in pain. He forced the wings to stop. He looked at the two of them. "Now what? Can I have some food? I am hungry and want some sugar water please."