[He sure will! Outfitted with a bunch of fancy new silver prosthetics, too, which he's pleased about. They aren't a perfect fit, but at least his left hand isn't abruptly out of commission. He comes by to get a drink, more cheerful than usual (which says a lot), and stops short of entering when he sees her.]

Hey! You know they only serve drinks inside, right?

[Xayah slips off of the crates when he shows up.]

Yeah, I know. I was, however, waiting for you.

[Making her way over, she gives his new prosthetics a look. She... doesn't know what it is, but he had something similar before, right? Huh. Human inventions.]

Nice new feathers. [She means the, uh, silver prosthetics.] I, uh, this is for you. [She offers him a dreamcatcher, a bit hesitantly. She never gave gifts before, alright? Especially not to humans.]

Feath-- oh! Yeah, they're nice, right? Rastus got me em. Way better than the last ones.

[But enough about those, because now there's presents, holy shit. He brightens considerably, taking it with a grin.]

No kidding?

[Holy shit it looks so good . . . he holds it up, staring at the moonlight flitting through it, grinning in sheer delight at the intricacy.]

You made this?

They do seem to fit you better.

[She has no idea. But she's good at improvising and giving compliments when needed. Although, the silver shine is pretty.]

Ah, no. [Now she's a bit disappointed that she didn't have materials to make one herself.]

I didn't have the right type of feathers here to make it [her own are really not the type for it... too blood soaked], so I asked Rastus to bring me a few.

[If they ever return light to this place, as well as birds, she promises to make him one herself.]

[He looks even more delighted, if that's possible, and turns his attention entirely back to her. A beat, and something occurs to him.]

Hey. How many did you make?