When they arrived, Sigrun began the very taxing process of removing her pieces of armor, which is almost harder than it is to put on in the first place. After a decent length of time, her armor just seemed to be a pile of iron lumped together on the ground. The pieces were covered with her mantle that was usually supported by the breastplate, almost as if it were sheltering them. Though the notion of cloth protecting metal is sort of ironic. Her shield and halberd were placed next to her in the water, they were just left there out of reckless abandon and neglect, seeing as she just wanted to rest after putting so much effort into getting ready for reprieve. It was a vicious cycle.<br/><br/>Her form looked more like a turtle without its shell, with just a green short-sleeved shirt covering a tan undershirt. The green shirt split in the middle, it wasn't noticeable with the mantle draped over it,  and her tan trousers were a lot less baggy than they seemed without the greaves on now that they aren't being devoured by them. Her bare feet remained entrenched in the sand, which was much better compared to the metal floor of her iron boots. It was nice not having to worry about impending doom for a change.