[She's quite used to being looked at strangely, both from humans of her land and those here. Seems no matter where she goes, she's an oddity, a lone version even among her own kind.

The hand comes out and she's familiar with the gesture itself if not used to it. Her own takes careful hold of his after she notes no ring or bit of iron that may sear her. She takes notice of the fact the man seems to be painted with the likeness of a bird over the parts of his arms she can see.]

I am Maleficent. I am also quite used to being looked at. Humans don't often see fae, even where I hail from. I take no insult. May I... ask about the markings you bear? Is there a purpose for it?