A family sticks together no matter what.
The Golden Hearted Child had lost both mothers. One to belief and duty, the other to claws and steel.
So she made gauntlets, two of steel then two of brass, combined into one, to cover her hands so no one could see how much they shook.
She looked down at the pair of gauntlets as they sat on the work table in front of her. Oil, shavings, and still burning embers stained them both.
The rest of the class seemed to drown out as she looked at her masterpieces. Grabbing a rag she cleaned off the outside of them, resting her bandaged hand on them. She closed her eyes, and pushed them aside.
She returned that night, and held them over the flames in which they were created.
Unbandaging her hands she slowly placed them inside the glowing gauntlets finalizing her pact with herself to make her family whole again.