Federico pauses, staring at the plant mesh as if it might get up and start biting him.

.....when no such thing happens, he crouches down and gingerly moves it. And beneath...ah.

A handmade knife. And a note...a gift?

For some reason, his thoughts drift, for a moment, to Gerald's weapon, which was given to him only to be left behind in Terra. Federico reads the note. A wish to stay safe. Or a command?

He's not great at emotional nuance yet, so he can't even begin to guess who this is from. Still, he takes the knife quietly, wrapping it in the plant fibers like a sheath, and fastens it to his belt.

The knife is small, but a blade will be much more effective than his arts against creeping vines.

What a sensible gift.