"If I wanted to kill anyone and get away with it.. I suppose so. But now you know, so I'd have to kill you first." She said this very softly. Though she was unafraid of anyone else hearing them given the time of night.
Not to mention, the fact that many knew that Vedette was one of Ithunvel's favorite archers, she doubted anyone would seriously believe she was plotting to kill the Prince. Vedette leaned her head onto the arm of the chaise and watched him quietly for a time before responding.
The smile never left her face.
"I wear it when I'm not scaling down a mountain. It was hot, even with the snow. That's a lot of work for someone like me." A woman, any other woman would have had quite the problem.
"But now that you mention it, I can't wear my jacket anymore, too many burns in it. I'll have to order another."