"He is a wonderful boy." Is the easy answer, the kind answer. Once foreverago he had considered making an offer to Morrigan should he find her with a child she may or may not truly desire. Should the child be less or more than they'd thought- one cut quickly done. Now...Now he cannot imagine doing such a thing. The boy has dreams. The boy is strange. But Kieran smiles as a boy smiles, learns as a boy learns and calls him 'uncle' with all the fondness and adoration only a familiar and friendly child can offer. He is no dangerous crow or hero, simply himself.

Zevran supposes that makes it the true answer as well. That Kieran is wonderful and he is fond.

Sentiment.

He shoves the voice back to the darkest corners of his mind, accepting the gift with a smile. Untying it to see the shape of a bird (so many feathers in his gifts) and upon closer inspection? A crow. A crow unlike any he's ever seen and for that alone he pins it without hesitation to the side of his vest, above his heart. "It is lovely work- he is right to be proud."