Labyrinth

He stared at the braids for a moment, appreciating his work. It was nothing intricate like many of the script designs he made, but he had to say he knew what he was doing.

"Huh, you're actually good at this," Agnes said, surprised at the discovery of her hair combed into a very intricate braid.

"You look good," he said, before laying his eyes on the armour she wore. It was something he made for her before they entered the inheritance ground, but now it was in a barely recognisable state.

Months had passed, and Agnes had fought countless times without caring for the armour. It was only because of the Tier-5 Restoration that it was still in one piece. Technically, the armour was in many pieces, but you got the impression.

He traced a clumsy finger over a crack on her breastplate. He could tell most of the other functions of the armour were barely working. "Let's fix your armour before we enter the labyrinth."