"I will care for it as if it were my own." Which . . . well, she does take good care of anything that keeps her warm, at least. So Charlie's jacket is safe.

At Charlie's signal she grins a bit, and a few murmured Elven words later, lightning is once again raining down on the poor camera. It shorts out quickly, and the lights near it flicker for a few moments before staying on. "There you go, dear."