[He sighs in return, turning his eyes away for a bit. It's fine. He's sad but it's fine. He has to remind himself that it makes sense for anyone to be fearful, and that diurnal fairies normally scatter upon sensing his energy. Really, this is much better than usual! So why is he still so disappointed?]

... It's alright. I haven't been able to do much since these things attacked me. They are so small, I might hurt them if I move.

[It isn't like he's never hurt anyone or anything before, but perhaps that's what is making him stubbornly(and a little pathetically) sit there while being bit by the little gem critters.]