[It doesn't feel as intimate as this gesture usually would, simply because Vögelein is so big. She doesn't have to be in someone's shadow to touch their hand, there is no thought of being snatched at or otherwise picked up. She can be all the way over here. So it seems... rather insufficient, but the logistics for more particularly with a near-stranger are daunting, even if she's seen people demonstrate time and time again.]

Good day, Robin, if it can be called that. You... you may call me Vee also, when it's faster. [No one's used that nickname in decades but she hasn't been around someone young in all that time, anyway. Robin confesses to having one close and wonderful person and Vögelein nods. She's rarely been able to show herself to even two people at a time.] It's lonely to have only one good, trusted friend to turn to.

I - oh! [It had slowed down listening to Robin's problem. Vögelein wipes her face again. Truthfully, she would've wanted to say something anyway, once she actually gets to talking to someone she's not accustomed to keeping secrets.] Thank you. I - I lost my Vormund before I came here. My Guardian. Jakob.

[There's that stew of guilt and resentment and love and frustration and, yes, grief welling up in a more physical way than she's used to. Shame too, because on some levels she's relieved, even glad he's dead.] I loved him, but - also I hated him, sometimes.