<strong>"Yes of course, my lady!"</strong>She was eager to please the noble knight and swiftly exits the tent without noticing the pose Carissa was in. The squire was definitely in the springtime of her youth as she quickly fetched the kettle and makes sure to start brewing some tea over the small miniature stove. Fueled by twigs and some flint, the lady would have a small brew of tea being readied. Noting the signs of her Lady asking for her armor to be donned she realized she kept her in waiting.<strong>"Oh! My apologies, my lady!"</strong>She said quickly apologizing for her lack of attention.<br/><br/>Approaching she dutifully helped Carissa don her armor plate by plate starting with the arms and thighs. She was expectionally careful not to linger on one part for too long. Her hands moved deftly to help fit her breast plate on, tightening the straps and the only thing that jarred her from her focus on the noble woman was the sharp whistle of the tea kettle. She quickly took a cloth and placed it off the flame to cool off upon a stand for it.<strong>"Your tea and your armor is seen to my Lady."</strong>She began to pour carefully out a large cup of warmth though her hand slightly trembled in her action whilst doing this.