Frightened Pharos is not. He can tell if something's capable of hurting him, and... there's not much that fits that description. Startled, on the other hand? That he can do.

And that he is a little bit at the bark and the jumping, but Diarmuid said it was ok. Carefully, Pharos lowers himself, letting Grey lick him and carefully using his other hand to touch it. "It's soft!" he says, surprised.