[ he isn't surprised that she can see Nue; it's almost like everyone here can, with the exception of a few conventionally normal people. the implication behind her words, though, is more interesting.

the fabric scrap... he almost feels bad, having to take it. it looks like a nice piece of cloth!? here's a moment of apprehension, before he bows his head and takes it from her with a soft thanks.

crouching, with his bird-creature still hovering above them, he thinks to ask: ] You tried, too? [ to... fly? not too far-fetched to assume, after everything he's seen here. ] I'm guessing there's some sort of shield keeping us from going beyond whatever boundary that's been set.