[She blinks then smiles shyly when she recognizes the feather, stepping into the tent and closing the flap behind her. She had forgotten she had been looking at the letters earlier that day.]

Ah, well... [Pink spreads across her cheeks as she walks over to him, reaching out to take the feather.] It made me happy, hearing from you after all this time and learning you were doing well. And... I liked having a piece of you with me.

[Her fingers run along the feather's soft edge before she puts it back on her desk. The top drawer is opened and she retrieves her collection of his letters, several other feathers tied to the top of the pile.]

I hadn't realized how aimless I had felt until I received your first letter. [The string is untied and she gently sifts through the pile until she reaches the bottom, holding up a faded piece of paper.] Sometimes I'd reread them whenever I felt lost.