"He's a child," Kaylin said, shrugging her wings awkwardly.

Hope squawked loudly, but Mallia would get what he was saying a long winded request for her to accept their presence, a long offer of what he would restrain about himself to not harm her space, an apology for their presence without permission. And a warning that Kaylin was his and he would not allow her to come to harm. Nothing that she could repeat word for word, but the intents were there and clear. And suggested that he was so much more than the small form he now presented.