Iestyn stared at Henry for a moment, and then his hands went to his neck and pulled out the little silver cross that he often wore under his shirt. He fumbled with the clasp and held it out to Henry. "Put this on. I want you to have it." He wasn't taking no for an answer, either. Even if it was a small symbol, it counted for something. "My dad gave it to me for protection. It would mean a lot to me if you would wear it."