[A quiet nod. This memory. She hates it. She really does. It doesn't bring anything good back. But she can't afford to forget it. If she does, who knows what else she might lose.]
It isn't a good one. But if I lose it-- I don't know what it could alter.
[Her fingers tremble upon it.]
... Please take it. [There's not much time.] It isn't good, but even so- [ She holds the feather out to her.]