Instead of saying a greeting after his name was called, Rai merely bowed his head lightly before finding an unoccupied place on one of the walls to lean against. He found one rather quickly and settled right in, as if he had been there from the very start. He crossed one of his heavily feathered arms over his chest and with his other free hand began to carefully pick small bits of dirt, foliage, and what appeared to be small chunks of skin from between the feathers. It didn't seem like it hurt, even as he yanked out a feather with a slight frown. While he dropped the dirt and foliage onto the ground by his tightly bound and confined clawed feet, he instead tucked the feather into one of the pockets of his overly large-sleeved shirt. A shirt which was actually specially made to accommodate to the mass of feathers he had upon both arms and all along his spine, not that any of the other people within this room would know that. 

But, picking at the feathers on one of his arm was only a temporary relief. He really had not wanted to come, but it was rare, if not completely unheard of, for such a recluse like him to have been summoned to such a place. It could not have been easy to find him, even with magic. But with so many other magic users of varying talent already here, what was someone like him needed for? Shaking his head lightly, Rai dropped his one arm from across his chest and then crossed the other and began to pick at it. But this time, he was focusing more on the spiked pieces of skin that looked as if something was trying to break through. Carefully with his clawed fingertips he jabbed at the pieces of spiked skin without flinching. And though blood rose as the skin began to rip, he continued. Within a few moments, the skin peeled itself all the way back as several newer, smaller feathers protruded from the broken skin.

Unlike his other transformation abilities, this one was something slightly out of his control. While yes, he could make the feathers disappear, make his feet normal, even remove the ferns and flowers that grew in his unruly mass of brown-black hair... it didn't last long. It always returned, no matter how long he focused or tried to keep himself appearing human. One thing he had come to accept, only recently, was that much despite wanting a different look, his body would keep the shape he found most comfortable and that it was practically pointless to fight against it. And though he had long accepted that he would always look different, it still bothered him to no end that he had to deal with other humans... Not that all of them were judgmental, greedy folk. Animals were preferable company, why had he not brought a mouse or something with him to better help ease his anxiety? It would have been far better than picking apart the skin on his wrists to allow new feathers to grow in easier! 

Being inside such a place was not something Rai was even remotely alright with. He couldn't just jump through a window or leave, not now that he was here already. He truly did not understand most of the social customs these people had probably been raised with, he had never been taught how to greet royalty, either. It didn't 'exist' in his world.

A rather soft, quiet sigh escaped Rai as he merely continued to pick at the fresh feathers that had just sprouted from the skin on his arm, ignoring the small bit of blood that now coated the tips of one hand and the small bit of blood that was being smeared about while he kept picking at his skin with his claws on the other. His gaze was set firmly downwards towards his feet while he waited, trying his damnedest to ignore everyone else there while his mind tried to calm itself a bit more. They seemed like decent people, maybe they wouldn't stare and just leave him be until it was time to leave.