[Seashells and armor don't mix; that's true. Amused, Claire lifts her brows.]
I imagine you don't wear armor all the time. That'd be tiring, no?
[She watches him choose a shell. Somewhere, in a world that no longer exists, there was once a whole collection of seashells scattered on her daughter's dresser. Unlike herself, Bree liked to collect things. Her walls were plastered in posters and photographs, and there were a number of trinkets in her room that Claire couldn't even begin to tell the stories behind. Bree could, though.]
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I imagine you don't wear armor all the time. That'd be tiring, no?
[She watches him choose a shell. Somewhere, in a world that no longer exists, there was once a whole collection of seashells scattered on her daughter's dresser. Unlike herself, Bree liked to collect things. Her walls were plastered in posters and photographs, and there were a number of trinkets in her room that Claire couldn't even begin to tell the stories behind. Bree could, though.]
Someone in mind?