[That makes her fluster - excuse you, it is not ridiculous of her to want to get the heart sliver secured. She's improvising and she doesn't want to sacrifice a sliver of her pretty, relatively new, handmade cloak.

She stuffs the belt back in the bag and dusts off her hands clean for something to do, so she doesn't fluster some more.] Right, fine - you hold onto it. It made me feel like I was missing a heart, so I don't want to touch it - let's get out of the forest. We can store is somewhere better at home.

[That's the easiest word for that abode they were occupying. It has plenty of boxes.]