The Next Day
Morning light filtered through the windows of No. 26, Red Rose Street, casting a soft glow over the room. Arya stood in front of the mirror, twisting her body from side to side, testing the fit of the leather armor Raymond had modified for her.
Her emerald eyes widened in surprise. "Raymond, you're amazing! This fits perfectly!"
She had expected some level of discomfort; tight straps, stiff material, or awkward seams. But instead, the armor felt like a second skin. It hugged her body just right, offering both protection and flexibility. And more than that, she felt... energized.
Good equipment wasn't just about defense, it had the power to make someone feel stronger, more confident. And right now, Arya felt ready.
Unable to hold back her admiration, she grinned and teased, "I never thought you'd be this good at tailoring too! What's next, gourmet cooking?"