She moves close to knot the cord around his neck. She has to stand on tiptoe a little bit, spread her wings for balance. (She's close enough that he can feel her body heat.)

"There," she says, satisfied. The amulet was plain, before, now it bears the image of an owl. "It looks good to me, but you might want to check your reflection in something."

She bends down to rummage in the chest again, brings out a hand sized polished bronze disk. What passes for a mirror around these parts.