In the shelter of my arms

“You ought to wear this before we start getting things set for the battle,” Jon murmured, holding the armour out towards her.

She nodded slowly, taking the object from his hands. But as she looked at it, she felt confusion over how she was supposed to wear it. It looked more like a corset than the traditional armour and she knew she wouldn’t be able to tie it herself.

“Would you help me?” she asked, glancing up to where Jon was already retreating.