That was something, he thought. His worry that Henry would return to his bad old ways had turned out to be unfounded. Henry had swung hard in the opposite direction instead, it seemed, going back to the straight and narrow. Which- was that more of a worry?? But it wasn't Iestyn's place to worry about Henry anymore. It didn't stop him, but he knew he had no right to.
"Thanks for telling me. I'm still mad at you though," he said, although most of the anger had gone out of his tone. He looked down at the necklace and the little scrap of paper and picked it up again. What was he going to do with this now?