She coaxes another brief glimmer of a smile out of him with that, and he nods, placing a hand on the right side of his torso.
"Not enough time or space to put your weight behind the stroke, but still enough that I felt it through my armor."
Quite the feat, given the thick mail and boiled leather that he had been wearing, but not surprising ... the way she carried herself in the melee, it was clear that she had been trained -- well, at that. And now, without layers of obscuring armor, he could see the lines of her. The lean muscle where her dress hugged her frame.
Again, his eye turns back to her shoulder. "Not troubling you too much, I hope?"
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Date: 2023-11-22 03:44 am (UTC)"Not enough time or space to put your weight behind the stroke, but still enough that I felt it through my armor."
Quite the feat, given the thick mail and boiled leather that he had been wearing, but not surprising ... the way she carried herself in the melee, it was clear that she had been trained -- well, at that. And now, without layers of obscuring armor, he could see the lines of her. The lean muscle where her dress hugged her frame.
Again, his eye turns back to her shoulder. "Not troubling you too much, I hope?"