There is a house, and in the house is a bed, and in the bed is a girl. She sleeps soundly, curled up very small under her blanket, while a steady accumulation of snow makes round soft piles on the roof and against the outsides of the walls.
"I'm not sure. It might have changed the reflection a little. But it didn't fix all the things I took out."
She looks at the holy sword and tries to figure out how its holiness is implemented and whether it would be a good idea to copy it.
The holiness is rather complex. It's 'destroy evil in general' and 'speak honestly' and 'strengthen the righteous' and 'destroy demons specifically' and a half-dozen other things, all tied together in intricate knots that reinforce each other. It looks rather likely to shred if she pulls at it.
"Holiness is complicated," she says after examining it for a little longer. "I probably can't copy it very well."
"Yes, I do. I have many more things. But not a huge number of them are portable like this."
"If you were to allow me to embrace you, I could bring you with me when I teleported. I... normally don't prefer this, for a lot of reasons."
Her teeth and eyes swim out of the darkness.
"I'm told it's rather intensely disturbing."
"Probably best if we leave that aside for now, then."
She sighs.
"... Do you need anything else? Food? Books?" A hug?
"I don't know what kinds there are," she says. "I like most books. I guess not usually sad ones. But even those sometimes if they're interesting."