The borb doesn't nod, but she does start nibbling on the offered cracker. As nubby as her claws and beak look, there's a definite sharp edge to them as they stick gently into Estinien.

After a few pecks, her eye turns to stare at Estinien, and Tyler's 'voice' plays in his head, seemingly a bit weary.

Sorry, if she's bothering you I can get her to come back.