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?