[Bryn isn't a stranger to armor, though Asgardian seems to be more similar to some of the older armor of Kouhyar than the modern Kouhyaran armor and gear she's used to back home.

Most of it is easy enough to get the hang of once the cape is off, however. Bit by bit, she follows his instructions, starting first with the ties. Her fingers are smaller, but strong, nimble enough to make easy work of the fastenings.

And every so often she steals a look up at him, and smiles a little.]

If I had been born two or three hundred years earlier in my country's history, this might be more instinctive to me. All of my gear uses buckles and zippers, maybe velcro. It feels a little like dipping back in time, doing this for you now.

[She rather likes it. It's like unwrapping a very tall, very delectable warrior gift that's hers and hers alone, and the intimacy of doing this for him feels akin to washing his hair or treating his wounds.

Wounds which Bryn realizes now could be an actual factor tonight. Brows drawing together, she looks him over.]

You don't need any healing tonight do you, bhesher?

[The word is one that Bryn has used before, an Askoupuran equivalent for darling, but it's always been teasing before. Said with a wink, a smile, or maybe in the same tone that Taako uses when he calls her pumpkin. Tonight it's softer, warmer. As if perhaps it holds meaning tonight it didn't used to.]