[A look of relief crosses Falcon's face, the kind of comfortable smile that comes when one is reunited with something familiar. He reached out and took the scarf back from Sander's hands, taking back a piece of himself. He decided it best not to wear it at this time, even if the bloodied scarf did match his outfit at this time. He instead tucked it into his belt.]
Thanks... [He smiled softly] I was starting to miss that.