Jono had tucked her hands in her pockets and was looking for anyone else, friend or foe, when the girl hands her a feather talisman. She turns back to her with a raised eyebrow. “Keep it. You need all the help you can get. And don’t be afraid to hurt people like them,” she points over her shoulder at the man still unconscious on the ground. “They’re not real. NPCs, like the ones that give you quests.”