Without Armor (open)
She grit her teeth as she handed her armor over to the messenger. As it left her hands, she could see the tears in the leather and the missing pieces of mail. The messenger gave a small nod of their head to her, and then went on their way. She wouldn’t be without her armor for long. It was only until the repairs were done she told herself.
In all honesty though, her mind was a little more panicked than usual. A little more on edge. Her armor protected her more than physically. It helped shield her mentally, or something along those lines. It made her feel safer anyways. But with it off, she felt...very breakable.
With a huff, she turned and went back to her place on the battlements, trying to stay unnoticed. She perched on the wall that over looked the army, and brought one of her knees up to her chest while the other dangled off the edge. If anyone noticed her here, and saw the slight tremor in her hands, she’d blame it on the cold. Considering that she was only in a cotton shirt, pants, and barefooted, that excuse would hopefully be more than convincing.