"Wait here," he said, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder before he went over to his bag to rummage through it. Maybe he should have been carting around her things with more care, but he didn't have expensive things and he didn't know how to handle them. They were just in his backpack with his clothes.
He carried the bag back and he sat on the bed, pulling out the pieces of hers he had managed to locate. He had asked for help from Lewis Carroll, one purveyor of Antiques and Oddities. Charles, as Lewis Carroll asked to be called for some reason, had told Asterion that he knew all the best pawn shops in the area and he would keep a look out for the things Asterion had described-
"I found some of your things," he explained, handing them over. "I asked for help. Went looking myself. Bought them back for you."