The other stranger looks at her, and Eilidh feels a bit self-conscious. She knows that her ears are raw…but she cannot see them herself. She knows they are different, but cannot really see how bad they look. They are missing fur all over, and spots are crusted over with scabs. She knows they hurt, but the desire to rid herself of the vile goop and grossness simply takes her over.

”N-no, but I can a-ask,” she says softly.

She can, however, see the missing fur on her ankles and legs. She offers them to the birds. Offering! She gulps, and slowly reaches down to rip a bit of fur out of her legs. The young one grimaces as she does so, holding a small amount in her mouth before placing it on the ground gently.

She backs away then, grey eyes looking from the stranger back to the bird.

”T-this is for your s-song. Take this, t-teach me,” she calls out, though not much louder than she was before. A step is taken backwards, and her form hits the ground as she makes herself as small as possible, wondering if the singing bird was going to come her way. So far, it simply stays put, chirping away as if it doesn’t even realize she was there.