During one of their adventures, Peter loses a feather from his hat. It drifts into the Hollow and lands near Terence’s workspace. He picks it up — intending to return it — but he doesn’t.

Days pass. Tink asks, “You still have that?” He nods. “I don’t know why. Maybe because it reminds me of what I’ll never be.”

Tink frowns. “Peter isn’t better than you.” Terence smiles softly. “No. But he’s freer. And sometimes, that’s enough to make a man jealous.”

That night, he tucks the feather into a drawer — hidden, but never forgotten.