“…w…wouldn’t that chafe? I–I mean…in all the armor, and….” Roselyn was progressively growing more red as her eyes were searching Alessandro’s plated form a little more than she had meant to. Her gaze snapped back up to his eyes within that embarrassing moment, chuckling a little helplessly through it. “I—I don’t really know if I have something for that in the infirmary, but it’d be quite uncomfortable I imagine..ehm…” A swallow. “You…don’t..want me to take a look, do you?” Her tongue turned into a knot she had to stumble through to unravel in realizing how horrible that probably sounded. “I–I mean…the ehm…looking through what I have! Not…not you.” A pause, the lay sister not very sure where she was supposed to be going with any of this. “…unless you needed me too, I mean…?”