He really did tell the best stories; Rhonda grimaced sympathetically at Nike's initial wound report, and then gasped a little at the news that he'd once been stabbed with a bloody stickand bloody well shot with an arrow! "Oh, Nike, sweet...!" She winced and then reached up to hug the poor boy again. "I mean- where'd this little trinket come from, sweet?" she asked him, suddenly, as she fingered the boar's-tooth pendant around his neck; now that Nike was not picking her up into a hug, it was right in her face, of course!