For Vex, it wasn't really the convenience of being able to carry Trinket with her that made her necklace so useful. It was all the ways it could keep him safe that made it valuable. Including tucking him away when townsfolk might get scared and do something they'd regret.

"That'd be good, wouldn't it?" she asked Trinket. "Big bowl of ale and drying off in a nice sunny spot."

Trinket's big head nodded, and when Vex held out the necklace again, he let himself be sucked in for the walk through the inn to the outdoor bar.

"You too, Uncle Vax," she teased, slinging an arm around his neck to pull him close, her other around Percy's waist.

Months. Damn.