The plate of the Dawnmartyr was the latest vestige in Vox Machina’s collection, but handling it wasn’t as easy as Pike had hoped. She had been training with the armour during the groups downtime at Scanlan’s magical nightclub, working with the help of Allura and.. Grog’s moral support. Pike couldn’t help but pressure herself, be a bit frustrated. They went to the damn hells for this thing, and she can’t even get it to work. She can’t help but think she might not get it to work at all. She had thought about contacting her god, the Everlight, for advice or maybe a bit of a miracle to help with the armour, but she’d been a bit.. hesitant, after the experience with Zerxus.

The gnome stood in the main hall of the Chateau Shorthalt, murmuring to herself as she paced. Allura had gone to spend some time with Kima, and Grog had gone only-gods-knows where. “Right. Right, I can do this.” Was heard amongst her murmurings, her hands clenching and unclenching. She was so caught up in her thoughts, she hadn’t even noticed you.