Summer held up the cuirass, untangling the laces. “I would not be able to walk under the weight of yours. I hope this still fits, I think I’ve got fat since last I wore it.”
“You’ll be fine,” he tells her, taking the cuirass and beginning to re-lace it. “Told you,” he tells her after a moment.
She shifted her shoulders under the guards, feeling the grip of it on her bones. “So you did. I shall never doubt you again.” Picking up one of the greaves, she sat down on a convenient bench and closed it around her leg, buckling each strap with care. Nodding to the sword that lay upon the table, paired vambraces piled next to the hilt, she asked, “What do you think, then? As a knight.”