For a moment, Alejandro is quiet as he glances over Zevran. This was something that he hasn't approached; ever since he showed up at Skyhold and ran into Zevran, he never asked about the eye. Not from him, not from anyone else. It was a personal choice, but he figures it shouldn't exactly be ignored either.

In any case, he sort of relates to losing body parts and all. The least he can do is give Zevran something more decorative.

The armor for Zevran's adopted Crowlings is stored in the trunk, but what he pulls out is held out for Zevran to inspect. It's an eyepatch, carefully crafted at an angle, detailed to look like a bird wing. One side is lined carefully with leather so that it rests comfortably against skin, the other clearly metal for practical protection.

"Not as badass looking as the Bull's, but I figured it ought'a work out okay. I'd sorta been meaning to ask what happened, but never felt like there was a good way to time it."