The Knight tilts their head at him exaggeratedly. You just watched them pick these up, Lemm. Even if they weren't shoving them in your face, they don't have much claim to these.

They set the rest of the quills flat on the bed, drawing the rose-gold one they find their favorite and disappearing it under their wings. Then they deliberately jump to the floor before waving back at them all.

They'll write it out if they must, but hopefully this is obvious enough.