The boy let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't invisible after all; for whatever reason, he was just... missing his shadow. At least this wouldn't be as much of a crisis for the Saatsine, though Nen'tah distantly wondered if such a power might have otherwise made him the most successful hunter of their line.

No matter.

The butterfly spoke in lilting song and curious rhymes, and although he did not yet understand the gift of poetry, the boy liked the way it sounded.

(He had never heard a butterfly speak, but he supposed if they did, all of them should sound like this one.)

Nen'tah smiled. He turned to the side and presented his red feather to the little creature, a gesture meant to invite her in if she wished to closer inspect the treasured possession. He was quite protective of it, but he didn't think a butterfly could cause much harm.