Even though she probably wouldn't last much longer, with this awful stomach problem and a potential rampaging turtle... she took the knife, anyway. It would be useful, if she could stomach even the idea of eating something. She even put both her hands on Wyatt's when he offered it to her, to steady him. "Thanks," she said, failing a bit more at the sounding cheerful part. "I'll take really good care of it, promise. I'll see you on the other side, okay?"