Ibani looks decidedly skeptical of his assurance that she does not have to hide herself. She tilts her head, as if she's listening to something. The Force is her primary sense, even at this age and without any training. She doesn't know what it IS, but she has learned to trust it.

Once she's sure Skellig does not mean her any harm, she snatches the piece of springroll, shoves it in her mouth, chews, and swallows. She doesn't come out from under the table, but she does move closer to him rather than away. HE feels safe, but other people here might not be, and she is weak!

"Thank you," the words are a weak whisper as she shivers under the table.