[ It's lighter than her combat armor, but the leather is a familiar feeling. It's newer than the leather armor she used to have, and smells far, far better - both because of Eren's scent and because it's not two hundred years old and soaked in generations of sweat and dust. She squirms just a little as he works the buckles, but it has nothing to do with the armor and everything to do with Eren's presence and meticulousness.
He takes a step back and Lex wants to grab for him, pull him back, but instead she opens her eyes. ]
Beautiful, [ she breathes, and it's both a response and a reaction. She runs her hands over the scales, admiring the way they catch the light. ] Eren, how-...?
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He takes a step back and Lex wants to grab for him, pull him back, but instead she opens her eyes. ]
Beautiful, [ she breathes, and it's both a response and a reaction. She runs her hands over the scales, admiring the way they catch the light. ] Eren, how-...?