"You'll be able to change that, if you're going to help me design new gear," Harry told her playfully, "and I will totally defer to your sense of cool and style. As long as it's suitably wizardy," he added with a gleeful smirk. He wasn't about to start hiding who he was at this late stage in the game! "Besides, different materials have particular properties," he drew Murph's attention to the differing strands of metal wound into his bracelet. "You don't need to tell me I'm old. I feel it all," Harry said with a shake of his head and a laugh, then in a move that would either wind up with Karrin kicking his ass or making her smile he gently spun her until she was in the crook of his arm, keeping hold of her hand and giving her a tender hug. "I think we'd make a lot of awesome amulets together, Murph," he said softly, before returning her whence she came. It was possible he'd come out of that alive, if he was having a lucky day!
Harry gave (what he considered) a manly grunt of approval. As long as she knew her own worth in the world, nothing else mattered. He'd watched her beat herself up for the longest time and he knew compliments weren't what she needed. Just his belief. Which was unwavering, as always. He listened as Murphy spoke about these shield-bearers and when she finished he had to ask, "do you think they're solely mercenaries? Loyal to whoever pays them best, or if they work to their own code of conduct?" Harry suspected she had a sense of it, even if she didn't have the proof as yet.