[She rests her head against his shoulder, she's smiling and quiet, and her feathers move again against her skull. The longer ones twitch and shift and Skye thinks to herself for a moment, remembering a moment in Rota and her conversation with Ward about memories and things that were important. She opens out her arm, and runs her finger along the contour feathers until she finds one she agrees on, and plucks it. It was loose already, the odd sensation a little like someone pulling a hair or three from her head. She spins the feather between her fingers holding it out to him. ]

I had less time to find you something, what can I say. Also I've never done the whole Valentines thing before. Like, ever.

[She's babbling, unsure if the gesture is a good one, or if it seems silly. She thinks it might be good. She hopes it is.]