The stuff does stink, but Davin is willing to deal with it as long as it works. His eyes widen slightly when Joel presses his hand against the ward, and he brings his own up to press against Joel's. He feels foolish instantly, because obviously he can't feel the ward and he just ends up pushing Joel's hand back towards him, cheeks a little pink as he chuckles. "That's amazin', man. Come on in, Joel."

He waits for Joel to step through what was once a solid barrier, and he feels good. He feels safe. There's a massive weight lifted off of his shoulders and Davin finds himself wanting to hug Joel, but he just reaches out with his good hand and squeezes his shoulder, nodding with his eyes shining with gratitude.

"Thank you. I feel a lot better." Davin lets out a huge breath and smiles, then gestures for Joel to follow him back over to the counter. "Alright, my turn."

He finishes painting the sigil onto the back of the star and then holds it in his palm, reciting the spell from memory, ancient Gaelic rolling easily off of his tongue. The sigil glows purple and then fades, becoming nearly invisible against the steel. To finish it off, he punches a hole in the tip of the star and then hands it over to Joel with a small smile. "There ya are. Just hang it near your bed an' the both of ya will be protected."