The omen sits next to it and puts a paw on the sheath. See, he's got this! No one will touch! Except for him, so she might find some orange strands of fur on it later... but that's fine.

"I understand." He doesn't have anything like that from his family - they're not sentimental people, after all. But he's met enough people with so little left of their families... he can understand that much, at least. He puts a hand on her shoulder and squeezes reassuringly before holding out his hand.

"Ready? I'm not sure if we'll be able to talk when we're down there, but we can still communicate. Just grab my arm if you need anything."