(For reference cause I finally made it, here is what all of his items look like and what they are.)
Despite his efforts Yves still startled Necrosis. The angel jumped when Yves spoke and his wings fluffed up and flared out as if to make himself look bigger. Necrosis started at Yves while clutching something to his chest, it looked like a feather. "Yves..." Necrosis mumbled as he recognized the archangel and he calmed down. His wings curved in to hug him and they flattened out. They still looked ratty and in a desperate need of a preen even when flat. He was surprised that Yves was offering comfort. He was just used to no one offering it aside from his family. After all in his world all they had was each other, them against the world as some would say.
Necrosis looked back at his stuff and then looked back at Yves, "Sure if you want I guess." He sounded tired. The type that only came from an emotionally drained being. He reached for a silver box that was resting on a thick black blanket that looked like it was resting on a small shield with a black staff sticking upright out of the sand behind it. It was a gift box, and he opened the lid to carefully place the feather that was against his chest back inside. The feather was a dark grey, and extremely long. Too long to be from any bird. Once carefully inside, Necrosis put it back and reached to put on a silver bracelet and two necklaces. One was a single rough blue stone and the other was eight smaller green and dark red rounded stones. The way he handled every item was with extreme care and respect. These were important to him, and it showed.
"So... How did you find me?" Necrosis asked as he clasped the chain of his bracelet. "Dumb luck?"