Lyra V
[Given their conversation last time, what is given is a knife -- long, about the length of a forearm. To new eyes, it is old, the handle made out of wood that still bears the marks of being whittled and shaped. To old eyes, it is new, the blade sharp and ready to be used. It comes with a few crumpled illuminated pages like they never meant anything at all. Cupid is getting better at this, but there's still no note.]