Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"Mm. Different expectations." With that bit, that was as far as Aspel would take that line of conversation for this moment. It was the honest truth, she tended to have strict expectations for herself and little to none for others. It was easier that way, no one got hurt by her thinking too much of them and it was rare to be let down when you allowed people to reveal themselves to you slowly instead of jumping to your own, potentially hair brained, conclusions.
A brief thought flickered through her head to deny the assistance with removing her armor for a moment but realistically, that would be foolish and pointless. Sighing, almost defeatedly, Aspel gave a nod. "I believe assistance would be best." Ari had valid points regarding how to proceed, even with so little said, it made perfect sense.
"Do you need me to sit?" A glance was taken around the room, the bed half made (sheets and blankets at the bottom of the bed tucked in firmly while the upper half had just been tossed back when she had rolled out of bed this morning. There was a chair in the corner, but the smith was uncertain she really desired to move that far right now.