James
At this point, Arel felt he could not say no to either of them, lest he faces their wrath, so he hung his head and let out an inaudible sigh. He was not going to get out of this situation, so the best thing he could do was give in.

"Send me wherever you think is best..." He said as tears welled in his eyes, fully expecting to be sent to the middle of nowhere where he would most certainly perish with no chance of survival.
Martha
[ just woke up, sorry  on it ]
Dawn
It was Fa'jirr's turn to be speechless for a change, catching the amulet gingerly in his paws. His eyes were blown wide, eyebrows disappearing into the fringes of his hair and jaw hanging slightly agape at the precious item that had been given to him. He blinked owlishly, glancing at the arch-mage, then at the boy, then back at the mage, before promptly straightening his posture and clenching the amulet in a fist, attempting to look marginally respectful.

 "This one is not offended. Thank you. Sir." He managed, voice tinged with a shell-shocked mortification as he struggled to regain the shattered pieces of his composure that seemed to have scattered somewhere at the bottom of his gut. "That is noble of you, ah.. Are you alright?" He glanced back to the thin boy, now noticing the watery eyes and the slight wobble of his lip, the warble in his voice. He had never been good at comforting, so he decided to shut his foolish trap and be still.