Aunt Mei's eyes had grown slightly misty with emotion, recognising the sentiment behind the gift even if she didn't understand its true significance. "Of course we'll wear them, Noah. This is such a thoughtful gift. Thank you, sweetie."
She put hers on immediately, the amulet settling against her chest where it would remain, silently protecting her from dangers she'd never even know were threatening her.
Uncle Smith followed suit, his initial hesitation about accepting expensive gifts overcome by recognition of how much this clearly meant to his nephew. "We'll wear them with pride."
"Promise me," Noah insisted, looking at each of them in turn. "Every time you leave the house. I'm serious about this."
"We promise," they chorused, slightly puzzled by his intensity but willing to humour what they assumed was a sentimental attachment to the symbolic gift.
