"I don't have any," Ari told her easily. "That may be one of my better qualities." Because she did not ever expect anything of anyone, she tended not to be disappointed, and nothing so insignificant as a little mess was going to change her perspective on Aspel.
She set her mandolin on the chair, glad that she had known to bring it with her. When given leave to approach, she came over and tackled the buckles, kneeling to take care of the lower ones first. "You can sit in a minute," she said. This part of the armor would be harder to take off if Aspel were seated. Fortunately, the armor appeared well-made, so the buckles, while tight, came undone easily. She noted - and wondered at - a long metal box crammed under the bed. Considering the space available elsewhere - in the shop storage room for example - it seemed a bit of an odd spot for it. A secret?
None of her business, at least for now.
"Just about done," she said, getting back to her feet. Aspel would be free to sit now, and she assumed that she had been working on her breasplate too, so the armor should be nearly off.