She took his hand, lifting it to her lips and kissing the fingers. “How will it be,” she asked, pushing the door open, “for you to dress me instead of the other way round?” She looked up at him, grinning. “I think my armour is less complicated than yours.”
He chuckled, “it should not take me long — nothing is as complicated as our armour.”
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.”