She blushed when she thought about it. She remembered her armor, how, despite what it represented, she kept it in her closet, hung up to forget, to be forgotten. Yet, even though she swore off showing it to others, she trusted him since, well, they were best friends. So when he asked her about it, she showed him it. She should’ve known when he asked to see it on her that there was something there festering in the background!