Armor came off first.
Luna unclipped her harness and passed her gear over with practiced ease to the girl, who accepted it with a small grunt, knees bending just slightly as the weight transferred into her arms. She caught herself immediately, lips pressing together as she steadied it and placed the gear on a trolley.
"I've got it," she said quickly, cheeks already pink.
Nyx handed hers over next. The girl very nearly fell over this time with a sharp little sound slipping out before she could stop it, arms dipping low for half a second as the mass of enchanted metal threatened to overwhelm her. She recovered again, stubbornly refusing to let go, shoulders trembling as she forced the armor against her chest.
"I'm-I'm fine!" the girl decreed to no one in particular, mortified but determined, adjusting her grip and managing a small, proud nod when she didn't drop it.
Then Calypso began undoing her armor.
The difference was immediate.
