Drake let him go, settling back into his half of the couch with a sigh.

"Avoid that feather," he murmured, "it wasn't here before."

Its size didn't even make him blink; his brother was a gryphon whose primaries were longer than Drake was tall. But he didn't want it trampled... there might be information to be gleaned from it, once he could stand to study it. Drake did know a thing or two about feathers, at least.

"Come on," he unfolded himself from the couch and got up, "I'm making tea."

Tea, yes. Good plan. Somehow he managed to stay steady on his feet as he walked around the feather and into the kitchen.