Martin goes still when the sparrow flits over and lands so close to him, peering at him with a little black eye. He stares back as Daine makes the introduction, not entirely sure how to respond. Is it safe to touch the animals in Daine's care - for him or for them? He supposes Daine would warn him away from such a thing if it were.

So, a bit awkwardly, he offers a hand, and after considering it for a few moments, Freckle hops onto his finger, tilting her head as she studies him from this new, closer angle.

Martin relaxes into a smile; it's small, very faint, but there's warmth in it too. The charm of having a sparrow land on him like this, like he's some sort of fairytale character, is too much to be dismissed; and what's more, it's the compromise he's already planning on, the same sort of harmless contact as having a cat would be. It's nice, having something come close to him, show any sort of interest. It's just... it's nice.

"Hullo, Freckle," he says softly.