He is terribly alone, and in his own way, he's reaching out against that solitude. It's easy to see how the Magpie might be lonely, too. It would be wrong to presume too much about a god, probably, but if company does anything for him, Cricket is ready to give it his all. He was perfectly ready to die, too, but he'd much rather live, and have something to do that helps someone.

He stays still as the clawed hand reaches toward his head, which is a sign of some kind of real bravery. Even well-meaning and gentle, those are intimidating talons. When they start combing through his hair, he blinks and smiles and relaxes, closing his eyes. That feels nice.

"Y'want the flowers? I think they're just for decoration."