"None, yet," he sighs. "I think I need the Dean to give me more information for them to be willing to risk touching a strange artifact. Even to get rid of the knife."
If he doesn't, the odds that Zevaia won't have died of dehydration start to go way, way down.
"It has a vested interest in keeping her alive. We know it makes them drink rain water...."
"Me, too," he sighs. "I - think she should have been the one to find the necklace, honestly. She's better at the sort of crisis that involves hitting things. I'm - not."
"There's not really anything useful I can do, is there?"
"I - don't know, do you have some method to convince people to help?"
"Do you want to help gather supplies for when we head out? Useful things that we can bring, or - something?"
"Uh - sure, but I don't know what people on - wilderness adventures need. Food, I guess?"
"Food, water, a tent, compass - you genuinely don't have to do anything, but I can find you things to do if you want to do them."
"It's sounding like you'd probably have an easier time not worrying about occupying me," she remarks. "I can occupy myself, it's okay."
"Well, yes, but I'm sorry that there's not an - easy fix-it solution."
"Yeah, me too. 'Ring bell for customer service and/or to fix everything in the entire universe.'."
"That'd be great," he says wistfully. "Though honestly I might not trust customer service to do it right, I'd make them hand over mythical powers so I could do it properly."