The feather hadn't been forgotten. It's probably just as well that Cloud had led Cayde away from the dresser when he did, but hey, is it his fault for wanting to nudge the thing where it won't go fluttering off and then vanishing somewhere on the floor like most things tend to, even when you think they shouldn't.

That Cloud mentions as much about the feather only piques the Exo's curiosity, but as he glances back at the blond, he considers.

"I could do neither," he suggests. He knows he'd been given fairly free reign to poke at all the things in here but it still hasn't been lost on him that he's potentially tapping into things even Cloud isn't sure he'd like to revisit. It makes him wonder just how on guard he might be if someone poked around his own head.