In your Element

Lia stepped back, agust as his headpiece failed at her turn and tug. She hadn’t intended to break his armour. Sudden anxiety spiked in her chest. The feeling of failure, and the fear of consequences. “I’m sorry Archdruid, I didn’t mean--” She said, but he only waved her off and suggested they fix and manage the armour.

“Do you know much about armour care? I haven’t done much with this leather since I received it as a gift some years back.” She admitted, tugging at the piece with a paw before following him. The anxiety wasn’t gone, even if he had taken the damage to his armor well.