[ It doesnt seem to process with her, as to whether or not something made for others can be given back or not. Caoimhe shakes her head, and leaves it within her hand. ]

Then perhaps... It was always meant to return to its owner. Cycles often work this way, I do not need this now. I feel it would be better within your own hands. I-If you would?

[ She is hopeful at least, wishing that something could come out of this. Caoimhe has no power in these woods - though she never had power back then.Within her own realm... It merely was that here, she had even less power. The inability to change anything, to make things better for her or those here... IT crippled her - it felt as if they were in limbo within these walls. Jailed or meant to suffer the consequences of some evil force they could not fend off... In her mind from what she understands, if she could pardon this item to this girl. Who seemed... Worse off then her. Then maybe, it could help in some way. Such intention of that alone, was what Caoimhe mustered from her own will. ]