She nearly screamed, at the sight of her changed eyes, and tossed the armor aside out of shock. Once she recovered, though, she took a closer look, cringing at the physical changes she'd undergone, going so far as to undress entirely, to examine her new breasts in detail, before dressing in the new armor, amazed at how easily it fit, giving a gasp as she felt it adjust to her body seamlessly.<br/><br/>She'd store the old armor again, and toss aside the wicked-looking sword; while she could repair it, now, it was clearly a better weapon, even in its inferior condition. Once she'd made all of these decisions, she lay down near the middle of the room, keeping her back to as few doors as possible, and tried to sleep.