Tony laughs.

"Then instead of mistaking me for a witch, they could mistake me for some bizarre witch-knight hybrid," giggles Bella.

"Bonus!"

"I wonder if there are any actual bizarre witch-knight hybrids who'd be annoyed with me for impersonating them without paying guild dues or knowing anything about swords beyond which end is which."

"Why, do you get that from witches a lot?"

"Oh, no, witches are very laid-back about that. Besides, even a lot of bonafide witches can't tell that I'm not one. They stop at the robes and the cat and the pointy hat and the garden, same as everyone else, four times of five."

"If you get any of it from witch-knights," says Sherlock, "you may send them to me."

"Oooh, royal dispensation," flutters Bella.

Sherlock laughs.

"What would it look like?" Bella asks.

Tony shrugs. "What would you want it to?"

"I don't know a thing about armor design. I work with fabric and glass, not generally metal," laughs Bella. "I don't know. I'm pretty used to my existing look. Does armor come in unobtrusive?"

"It can," says Tony. "If I'm making it."

"Oooh."

Tony grins.

It's full dark at this point. Bella pulls a glowing knob of glass out of a sleeve; it throws her face into stark shadows but lets her pick her way across their chosen clearing to her bedroll and sit on it. "Well, it would be very kind of you to make me such a thing," says Bella. "...I think I mentioned that I am currently saving up for a carpet, though, so, I don't know what materials and labor usually run, but -"

"I'm a princess," Tony points out. "I don't actually need people to pay me for stuff. I'm pretty much just gonna do it to prove I can."

"Oh, okay then."

Tony giggles.

"How long after sunset do you two usually turn in for the night? I don't want to keep you up," Bella says, setting her glow-glass on her pillow.

"That doesn't tell me whether to put the light away yet or not," Bella points out.

"Well, how early do we wanna wake up?"

"Are we in a hurry? Does it matter what time of day we arrive?"

"Nah."