"First, we fit you in armor," Laszlo said, reading my surrender. He stepped to my side, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "It's perhaps trivial of me, but I've set aside some of the armor Hywel and I have collected from the great female warriors of history. Boudicea should be just your size, I think. Although perhaps Artemisia's might be more…optimistic," Laszlo mused, his brow furrowing as he slid away toward a large armoire. "Were you a warrior?" Laszlo threw open the doors of the cabinet, his wings shrugging. "On occasion, when it was necessary."
