Phil nods. That's not all of it, though.

One: he passes over a cord, around four and a half feet long, woven from Flan's hair. He'd picked it up for himself obviously, but if they're going to be leaving, then this is getting passed to them.

Two: one last hope. One last blessing. "Knock 'em dead, hurricane."

There. Nothing left to give now. All that he has left goes with her, and then maybe he'll have done one thing right as a father.