[Okay, this is not immediately making things worse. That's good! It would be preferable to keep it that way.

Lyon nods back, and then turns his attention to the sheep. He can do that much. A very slow approach, one small step followed by a few seconds wait, then the next.

He keeps his voice low, and gentle.]

I'm sorry I scared you. I didn't mean to. But, I can see where my healing magic could be frightening, if you don't know what it is... I won't do it again, though, I promise. So there's no need to be afraid.

[He chances a small, friendly smile as he takes another small step, apple still held out as a peace offering.]

I would like to be friends, though. Would that be all right? Could we be friends?