Of course you don't expect it. But idle hands get up to mischief. I'd feel really awkward just sitting here not tidying.

[Nadine shoos him off gently, perfectly happy to keep herself busy with cleaning while he washes up and changes. It's soothing. And it's silly, but she likes cleaning his kitchen. It's just something nice that she can do for him.

She's humming one of his songs and wringing out a rag when he returns. At first she thinks he's changed his mind about how to lift their mood at the moment...but she quickly dismisses that idea. The rag is set aside as he turns, and Nadine's brows shoot up in surprise.]

Yeah, they are.

[It's fitting. Nadine approaches, following the line of feathers with her eyes. And they're still in his hair. They're part of his hair. Of course. Like the clumps of moss and small flowers and leaves growing around and on her horns.]

I guess that's your souvenir.