Irene managed not to make an entire fool out of herself while she mounted Sorrel and rode off with Felix at her side.
However, the moment she was out of the line of sight of the older knights who had bestowed upon them the amazing gift of armor, she pulled up the visor on her helmet.
Her riding was slow and awkward until she was able to do that.
"How on earth have you gotten used to this so quickly?" she asked Felix, who had been waiting for her a bit ahead.
She noticed that Felix was entirely unaffected by armor.
"Even though I never wore a full suit, I still got used to bits and pieces at a time," he admitted. "Having this much weight on your body isn't meant to be easy at first, it's only meant to be safe."
"And what about the helmet?" she wondered. "Is it safe that I can't see a thing?"
Felix scrutinized her with a sad smirk.
"Better to not see than risk getting your skull crushed," he responded. "Let's move forward."
