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Antonia Didrikke
Antonia sat up on her elbows, looking at him for a second before she nodded. "Oh. Oh yes. Of course." She told him, brushing it off like she knew. She hadn't worn anything under her armour except for a thin shirt to keep it from scratching, but she nodded, getting out of her bed roll and getting her bag and grabbing one of her dresses she'd brought incase they went to a town. She changed a couple feet away, where it was a little darker so she had some privacy, but se didn't go to far because it was honestly scary to be more than eye range away from Helvard out here. When she had her dress on, she came back to her bed roll, putting her armour next to her, but away from the fire. "Aren't you going to take your armour off then too?"
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