If she were paying attention to anything but that medallion, Phaedra might've noticed the little changes in Peter. But she was completely unable to focus on anything else.
There was no way for Peter to know it, because Phaedra didn't think that even Nicolai had known, but the pendant was older than Phaedra was. And, once upon a time, when the sky looked the way it was supposed to, it had belonged to a young man named Xander.
Phaedra's friend. Who'd given her a headstart. So the Order wouldn't hunt her.
She didn't realize her eyes were wet until there were tears on her face. Phaedra closed the entirety of the necklace in her hand so she could feel the weight of it, then opened her hand again, and extended it to Peter so he could see the thing, and take it if he wanted.
Her voice was even. She was surprised by that.
"A very long time ago this belonged to a friend of mine. The one who let me run."
"Then it had belonged to Xander's son, Shandor. And on and on. Until there was no one left from that particular bloodline, and it found its way back to me." She arched an eyebrow at it. "I gave it to Nicolai not that long before his camp was rounded up."