"We will conquer this challenge."
"You're very calm for losing four days."
"What use is anger right now? I cannot channel it towards my enemies from within the tower," he replies. "My armies are on the border of Brown Sun Lake. They await us."
"Okay." It kills me to say that word, knowing he wouldn't back down if I kissed him.
Releasing me, he flips open a nearby trunk with his foot and leans down to grab clothing. "You will have to wear these. Your boots are here." He points to the hearth, where the boots made for me are sitting.
Breathlessly, I watch him, humming with desire strong enough that I'm afraid to walk, lest my shaky thighs betray me.
Tossing the clothing to me, he places his hands on his hips and waits.
"Hel-lo." I do my best to glare at him and twirl my finger in the air for him to turn around. "Privacy."
"I have already seen every inch of you with more intimacy than any other woman I've ever -"
"I know." My face is hot again. "Humor me."
He turns his back to me.
Not trusting him, I yank on the pants and fasten them before tugging off the nightgown and replacing it with the tunic.
Ugh. I hate the idea of not wearing a bra. My boobs are too large for me to run comfortably without one. Tucking in my shirt, I grimace at bunching it up over my hips. While comfortable, the snug leggings aren't anything I'd choose to wear. They're stretch pants, made of leather, thick enough to smooth out my thighs and ass.
A vest similar to that Disney Princess helped me put on is the last thing in the pile, also made of leather and much stiffer than the pants.
"I'm ready," I say, lifting the vest. "Not sure I need this, though."
Three large steps bring him to my side of the room. He takes the vest. "Arms up."
I lift them obediently.
He tugs the vest over my torso, releases then begins fastening the buttons along the front, from the bottom up. "You adjust it depending on the size of your breasts."
He's fastening their version of a bra. Beyond embarrassed again, I try not to notice the way his long fingers deftly button the bodice-hugging vest.
"Different. Where I'm from," I manage, too aware of the fact he's nudging one of my breasts up to fasten a button beneath it. "I can do it!" The words are louder, sharper than I intend.
I whirl my back to him and fumble with the final buttons, about to lose any sense of cool I might've retained during this rough morning. The vest is moderately comfortable and will keep my boobs still.