[ Despite Dion attempting to avoid staring, the interest in them is noticeable anyway. Joshua files it away for later, though he can't help how the attention makes his cheeks flush the faintest pink.

He reaches out to take the mug from Dion with one hand, gently holding on to the warm handle as his free hand continues to sort through feathers. But Dion's words, too, serve to deepen the pink on his cheeks, and he smiles down at the leathery hide peeking through the flashes of reds, oranges, and golds. ]

It wouldn't be a bad thing. That you are in such a hurry to return to my side is... incredibly flattering.

[ ... hmm. He pauses a moment, shifting his fingers just so and plucking out a feather that had loosened itself from his wing. Without an ounce of hesitation, he turns, flexing his wing properly behind him again as he does, and tucks the feather behind Dion's ear. ]

A token of my own, to match the token you have given me. At least until I am able to find something that suitably returns the favor.

[ He smiles as he lifts the mug to his lips, though it is a little tentative. Not a permanent solution, though it does suit Dion well, but... is it strange? To give a part of oneself? Dion had repurposed a piece of his armor, and here he is, repurposing a part of his body that would have shed on its own. ]