[Normally that touch would have gone over his head, accident or otherwise. He doesn't pay attention to those things, they're not on his mind. This time, though, he has been thinking, on and off, easily distracted, but still there in the background of his mind. It's enough to make him hesitate and blink at her hand. That didn't mean anything... did it?

Oh, right, feathers.]

Another red one?

[Because he agrees that they should match.]

Oh, yeah, I've been thinking about the green and yellow ones, too. If we can't find any, maybe we could soak some white ones in dye.

[Yellow ones right at the base of the red would go nicely for reverse-colored horns~]