Viatorus is quick to turn around when something bumps into him, but it takes him a minute to realise that it's a creature, not a human. Noticing its hesitation at Lyall's suddenly close presence, Viatorus holds up his hand to his guard. "It's alright. It doesn't mean any harm."

If Viatorus wasn't certain he could empathise with the animal that might be a bit presumptuous of him. Lyall frowns at his charge, opens his mouth, thinks better of it, and then hesitantly takes an uncertain step back. Guessing these things is less than ideal.

With his bodyguard backing off, Viatorus turns his attention back to the little dinosaur. He kneels down and, if he's allowed to, he gently strokes the creature's crested head. Defaulting to English he says, "I know, you're confused. Everyone is, don't worry. We just need to wait until it's sorted out. Do you have a home here-?" Viatorus catches himself, shakes his head, sighs, and tries again. "Can you understand me?"