[ it isn't much, but after a moment - xie lian reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a little charm, then sets it into rin's hand and covers it with his own. ]

This is a blessing. For protection - and for strength, from the Martial God of the Central Plains. In times of great need, if you say a prayer, I should be able to hear you. Keep it on your person, and it might help to remind you that the heart is a fierce and passionate tempest, and that can exist in twain with moments of strife when it needs to be stilled.

It is not much, but, this blessing comes with my gratitude. For everything.