"You know "Chris" is just fine, Rinea." She says with a smile. She sees no reason to stand on ceremony here when she's no knight, and certainly no noble (well, not yet at least).

She examines the bow in Rinea's hands thoughtfully. "Of course not. Actually, that sounds like a rather ingenious idea." She counters. "I could see many uses for such fabric. My armour, for example." She's not wearing it now, but she knows Rinea is familiar enough with the suit of platemail. "If we could line the interior of key areas with such fabric, I daresay it would become the lightest suit of platemail I've ever worn." Greatly increasing her mobility at no cost to her defense.

She nods approvingly. "It's a smart idea, Rinea. You should take pride in coming up with it."