[ She's none the wiser to his reasons for not wearing them, and while she does catch the hesitation in his answer, it doesn't make her question further. ]

Your wear your armor so... easily, as if it is your second skin. [ She comments, idly. ] I wouldn't have ever guessed it was heavy to you.

[ In any case, she decides that it's much easier to talk about him and speak anything of herself. ] But even without it... [ Is it so much as stealing glances at him now, when she does it so often? She likes looking at him, watching him, all of his expressions, the way his hair moves when he turns his head, the set of his jaw. ] You seem... different, but not in a bad way. [ He looks softer, more approachable, but she doubts he would be keen on those compliments.

.....And so she looks forward as they walk, stepping over a few flowers. She still wants to compliment him, and the first thing that comes to mind is: ] You still look quite handsome. [ Still, as if she had thought that of him before! ]