It takes everything he has not to grab it like it will vanish into thin air if he doesn't. But he manages to restrain himself, extending his arm out like a normal person to pluck it from Byleth's fingers with surgical care. They're both rather scaly, Soren's the color of pitch with burning red at the membranes.

"Yes." He affixes it back to his bow tie, ensuring that it is securely in place. It occurs to him that he might look strange, having shown signs of caring so much about losing a trifle like a feather, but his relief for having been reunited with one of his treasures outweighs any concern for first impressions — not that it was any of the other dragon's business what his belongings meant to him. "I was about ready to concede defeat until you showed up. So thank you."

But it's rather strange, isn't it? A mysterious dragon — an unimaginably rare creature, so it's safe to say this one probably fell out of a mirror — with the serendipity to come to him not only with the item he'd been seeking, but presenting him with another oddball piece of junk? There are more things in his pockets where that came from. Are they also discarded or misplaced belongings? It's enough to make Soren wonder what else he's looking for out of him. He crosses his arms and scrutinizes him further.

"What are you doing, anyway? Collecting people's missing things off the streets for them? If you expect that I'm going to pay you for a job I didn't hire you to do, I would rethink that notion."