Oh no, what has he done? He should know better than to actually show himself, by now; his aim is to help, but not get attached, and certainly not let them get attached. The poor girl is probably starved for attention. He doesn't want to let her down, but at the same time, it would be cruel to get her hopes up about making a new friend.

Findlay sighs quietly to himself and brushes at the end of his nose. Decision time. "I can't stay long, but how would you like a story, instead? I can read one, if you like." A wisp appears not far from where he's standing, bounces midair.