Ximona

When Karliah had finished explaining the details about the oath with Nocturnal and both Jordan and Brynjolf had agreed, the two stepped into separate rooms to don their new armor. Brynjolf had no trouble with his, but Jordan wasn't used to such complicated clothing and struggled for several minutes before giving up and going to the door of the room she'd gone to. "Brynjolf, could you... Could you give me a hand?" she asked sheepishly, rubbing at the bandages covering the side of her neck. "This armor is... something else." "Aye, lass." Brynjolf left Karliah waiting by the armor stones and crossed the gap to where Jordan stood. He didn't seem bothered by her state of undress, for which Jordan was grateful. He began to help her with the armor, explaining which bits went where, but then his hands slowed and his voice became quiet. "Brynjolf?" He sighed. "Those bandages, lass. Are they...?" Jordan put a hand over them, pressing lightly on the still-healing wound to ease the