"You should fit something of my husbands, or you can go in your armor." Her mother said, smiling. "And I'm sure Relina would like to go with you, and we have a spare bed, you can stay with us." She added with a smile. Relina seemed to sigh a bit, giving up for now. Her mother was going to keep pressing it, she was certain of that. Why couldn't her mother leave well enough alone? "And besides, I'm sure father wouldn't mind seeing you again, he's at the sparring fields, training some of the younger men." Relina butted in this time, trying to get her mother back on track, "I'm sure you can ask him personally about something to wear, mother, I think the chicken is burning." Relina noted, watching as her mother returned to the cooking she and several other women were doing.