Typically, Skellig would not hesitate to simply reach out and touch a child who was obviously so very ill, so very close to walking with Death (perhaps that is why she was guided to his table?) but in this instance, he is actually unsure if that would be the best course of action, here.

Somehow, he senses that she is not often (if ever) asked permission to touch her body, and that disturbs him somewhat. But this is not the time to deal with that emotion, either, and he tucks it away.

That collar around her neck will need attention, and he can sense other wounds, deeper. But the worst thing that is glaringly obvious right now is the fever, the wild light to her eyes and the sweat beading at her temples.

"Little one," he says carefully, offering out his hand (palm up, no threats here, no reason to be scared). "Could I see your hand, please?"