If I need to, I'll whistle one up. [It's only half serious, and Sabriel laughs at what Amon says next.]

Merry Christmas. I- well, I and the Sending made something for you. Wait just a moment.

[Sabriel darts down the hallway, and there's the sound of rummaging about before she returns. When she does, she's carrying a dark blue scarf and a sheathed dagger.]

The Sending knitted the scarf, and I enchanted the blade. It should be sharper and more durable than is... entirely natural, and effective against spirits and the Dead.