[Ideally he wouldn't have been noticed to begin with...his trainers would have taken his hide for a slip like this. Cehd'ra swallows that thought with a grim smile.]

It's hard to think of normal clothes as a necessity. Mostly I've been spending my coin on food and whatever the farm needs.

[Because he cannot live eating just fish...it doesn't help that he's a terrible cook as well. He reaches up and tugs at the front of his black and gold jacket.]

After so long...the armor sort of becomes part of me. Does that make sense?