...Honestly speaking, I thought it was just hanging around because it sensed kin or something. Crows recognising its own kind or something. Now I feel insulted that it was not only not being a friendly bird, but it was plotting on killing you.

[ there's a little bit of a flare to the glowing umber-purple in his eyes as his temper rises by degrees. Hm. Funny feeling, that.

Sure it's probably normal to feel like that yep its just another day. ]

It doesn't look like it preens half as well as other crows do. I'd bet the feathers are dirty, and making a pillow out of dirty feathers, well...

I think it's not worth the trouble to clean them just for a souvenir.