[Geir doodles nervous little patterns in the sand with the tips of his foreclaws, the ones not currently supporting his chin. he doesn't really know what to say.]

...I sort of understand, I think. But I don't like it. Oh, is this how people feel when I'm telling them about stuff...? I don't like it at all.

[that last comment, low and plaintive and under his breath, is almost more for himself than for Madoka.]