Naesala stiffened, looking at the new creature whose voice didn't exactly come from his lips. The immediate reaction brought up a small wave of pain to his wings. At first there was surprise, something this raven laguz hadn't expected. The tension had soon passed, knowing that he was not in any danger.

It would very well be the end of him if he truly was in danger. It'd be useless to fly away, since he wouldn't be able to escape quickly enough. Wouldn't be fast enough in combat either.

The cowardly human had dropped the box and clearly ran off by now. It seemed as if he had enough. Oh yes, he was quite skittish.

Naesala heard the box clatter to the ground--luckily it didn't break. Yet he was too busy chuckling first, at both the winged person and the man's decision to just flee right on the spot. In trying not to trigger anymore pain, he gradually picked his prize off the ground as his light laughter quieted.

"Communication by thought must be very new these days... I can't possibly be anywhere near my island anymore, so could you perhaps tell me what is going on?" He only moved his eyes to scan the surroundings one more time, but Nealuchi or any of his soldiers still hadn't shown up.