Kiylea regards the longbow with excitement, the chainshirt with interest, and the longsword with awe. She holds this last in her hands like a piece of Elven pottery. "Stars in the morning! Alton has one of these, doesn't he? Pa 'n Ma never let me near one - they say if an animal goes down fighting it's Pa's job to finish it off, not mine. But... I guess things are different now." She feels a bit breathless, suddenly realizing how true that is. Then her focus comes back; in a moment she's taken off the old armor and folded it neatly, putting her shortbow on top. "I'll leave these here until I bring the other things back. Now, lessee, how do I get this on?"
With a little help Kiylea finds her way into the chain shirt and straps the buckler to her left arm. Then she hangs her various weapons in their places, and suddenly the young woman has become a very capable-looking warrior. She does note with some annoyance how the shirt hampers her movement. Ah well, it's sure to keep out boars better than my jerkin. "Thank you, Mero! I'll take good care of them!" She gives him a lovely smile, one that somehow soothes rather than (as Bubble's does) excites. Inherited from her mother, most folk say. Then she's gone as quickly and softly as a breeze through a willow tree.
Upon arriving at the Greenbottle residence she's somewhat out of breath again, this time from moving at accustomed speed with unaccustomed weight. "Hullo Alton! Hullo Jerran! Hi Eddie!" she calls. "Oh, wow, I love that armor - wish there'd been some to fit me." She admires Eddie's new outfit for a minute before showing off her own treasures. "Mero lent me this, and this, and this, and especially this," pointing to her buckler, armor, longsword, taking out the longbow with a loving flourish. "Just like Coyo's, he said!" She grins and then puts it back. "I'm definitely going to need practice with the sword. Can't be much like swinging a walking stick."