The prick from the awl isn’t as bad as Michael thought it might be, though he still sticks his finger in his mouth once Wolfgang is done with him. The rest of the process is fascinating; he watches all of it raptly, trying not to interrupt with a bunch of dumb questions and inane observations. How would the process have gone if Wolfgang had used names? What do the runes mean? Why had they said ‘huh?’
He takes the newly-made piece of jewelry carefully when it’s presented to him. Normally he doesn’t wear things like this, decorative things, but for the moment it doesn’t matter. Fumbling, he manages to hook the clasp behind his neck, then looks up at Wolfgang. He doesn’t feel any different, and his vision is the same.