[ He trails behind her, trying to think of whether he had anything useful in his part life, but a lot of it has been him at school or around town. His hands were almost always in his pockets, but they were empty. The sword. The bow. ... He's not sure he can call those useful, when they give him the added trouble of needing to learn how to use them.

Hm.

Oh. ]

I had these headphones I was always wearing. Pretty comfortable. Strange taste in music. But that would be nice to receive.