"A charm? What do I do with it?" He looked it over, touching one of the feathers in the pattern. Ironically appropriate given the situation at hand. He was handling it delicately, worried of damaging it somehow. He was more familiar with 'charms' that had a use or had to be placed somewhere specific.

He swallowed. He didn't have anything else to give her. Although... He slipped his backpack off his shoulders and knelt down, rummaging through it.