"Good. Good, I'm. Really glad he's got people. And you've got people." He blinks a few more times, sniffs once, and rallies. "I brought you some stuff. It's. It's not much, but."

He turns back to what he'd brought. There's one of his kid's books that he thinks she might enjoy, a CD version of the record they listened to in her Enclosure-made cabin, and an Echo and the Bunnymen album that he thinks she might get a kick out of because the lyrics are weird as hell. Plus the origami cat. He offers them to her.

It's not like he needs them, going off where he's going. And it's something she can remember him by, maybe.