[The man has an affinity for dark winged creatures, himself, so he can get the sense of that gratitude even without communicating directly with them. As his gaze moves from them to the woman, his hand remains to support her, though his grip is loose enough for BRC to slip out of it once she's more sure of herself.]

One of "us"... [His brow furrows mildly, but only briefly; the implications are easy enough to grasp. His personality may be different, but his memories of Reverein remain clear.] You mean to say your form has changed entirely? I have found myself the victim of such transformations no small number of times.

[Judging by his tone and the word victim, they're not experiences he's enjoyed, exactly.]