His smile never falters as he listens to her patiently. He made a sort of chattering bird sound as she admits she'd never seen anything like him before. By his demeanor, it seemed to be a laugh, or something related to one.

"It is quite alright - I'm quite used to it." After he proved he was around to help rather than to cause issue, there was always a period of time where the kids of the village would swarm him and look at his talons, tug at his feathers, ask him questions. "I am a kenku. Many of my people have black feathers like this," he spread an arm out and pushed a sleeve up to show his feathers. "Some of my people are lucky and have colorful feathers. Reds or blues or other colors." Yes, like cardinals or blue-jays or what have you. He put his sleeve back down and pocketed his hands again.