The elf flapped a hand at her and smiled sweetly. "Okay. I stay hew. Don' wantta get hurt, anyways," he rubbed his hands over each other, sheepishly. "Father wood be sad, then."

He sat there patiently, hands in his lap, legs rolling back and forth as his feet tapped each other. Nokosi couldn't really make out them as anything but shadowy shapes at that distance, but it was fine for him, all the same.