Tyaethe paid all the attention to a talking suit of armour that it really deserved: none at all. Who was going to be naive enough to go around listening to clothing as if it had something useful to contribute? Demonic armour, in particular, was probably just doing its best to annoy you with unsolicited opinions. Only when the armour was actually off and Marianne had no chance of knocking herself out by using every drop of mana she had did the paladin budge--going back to check on the necromancer.

Great, he was dead. If that was even him and not just some possessed body... and her arm was still too numb to pick the body up and carry it out with her sword. So she stood and waited.