Hearing her explain the situation with her armor, you nodded softly. Looking down a bit, you told to her she doesn’t have to rush into doing it. You can handle holding it in you until she wants to get it back.
She apologizes, but says she must insist. It’s her armor, so she considers this her responsibility. She won’t sit idly by while her armor’s causing you trouble. She admits, she's scared, but she says if the youngest among them didn’t even hesitate, she has no right to chicken out.
