[At first, he doesn't think much of it. His fingers go for more of a grip than they need, but they slip and miss, and it's just the feather he touches as he brings it back. That was his own fumble, right?
He takes a look at it, noting the way Dextera had seemed so hesitant with a frown, and makes it quick.]
It doesn't feel like anything dangerous. [So... he'll hold it back out for him.] I just wanted to make sure.
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He takes a look at it, noting the way Dextera had seemed so hesitant with a frown, and makes it quick.]
It doesn't feel like anything dangerous. [So... he'll hold it back out for him.] I just wanted to make sure.