The armor clicked softly as Adam tightened the last buckle around Laylee's gauntlet. His fingers worked with practiced precision, tugging the strap just right before brushing imaginary dust off the polished leather. A tiny wrinkle of worry lined his brow as he stepped back, tilting his head to inspect her like a fussy tailor seeing off his favorite client.
"Does it pinch? The left vambrace was feeling off last time," he murmured, already reaching out to adjust the strap again.
Laylee blinked down at him, both amused and helpless. "Adam," she said with a soft laugh. "At this rate, I'll be armored tighter than the King's chastity belt."
