Neck? Stone? Octavius blinks owlishly back for a moment, before looking down to spy the sending crystal dangling around his neck. He's still so new he'd almost forgotten it entirely--except for when it buzzes with activity in the midst of a crisis.

"Well," he starts uncertainly, fidgets with the crystal, then, "all right," he finished, and carefully lifts it up from around his neck. He takes a few tentative steps towards Vlast, looking very much like someone who has been tasked with delivering a raw steak to an enclosure full of hungry tigers, by hand. Once he's within grabbing range an arm's length of the stranger, he offers the crystal out to him.

"Please be careful with it," he says, grimacing, "I'm not sure they'll give me another one if it breaks."