Really? That's -- well, if I'm honest, not something I would've pegged down as a skill of yours. [But he loves it. It is truly rare that anyone has crafted something personally for him... and with its special meaning now, with how his chaos has formed itself into birds.]

But now I think of it, it suits you. You have a creative streak. I sensed it even when we met.

[Skill is not important in such matters, he thinks. A overly salted bread is still a bread made with himself in mind. Honestly, that's enough.

Jaskier carefully rolls the bird in his hands, his fingers following the grooves of its feathers. The only downside being he wishes he could carry the trinket out of the Horizon, where he could store it in his bags or show Mog. Mog would probably love it.]

What else have you whittled? Show me! I'd love to see.