Shuanna had her head turned on Kyoto as they walked, the event still haunted her mind a little, but his distractions were working. It seemed he didn't like the construction of the helmets and she looked to examine the chin strap a little more closely. It was obviously woven with some kind of wicker grass and running her thumb along it, she could understand why. The material seemed splintery which could make skin itch and particularly so if the person had an allergic reaction to a certain type of grass. "Well..maybe you should find a better material to make them with...I could do that for you! It just seems as though you should find a more flexible material. Perhaps you could make them with cloth? So it does not itch..or you could cure the woven fibers before weaving them, so they won't irritate you..-I know I could figure it out.." She smiled and gave him some what of a worried look, "that's fine and all, but I'm not a skilled warrior..this is more for me and underlings like me than it is you..still...underestimating someone is loosing half the battle." 
As they continued, the obvious stomach gurgle cut through the ambiance of the conversation noticeably and shuanna a expression on him changed to a surprised one. 
"Your...your hungry? Again?" She said with raised eyebrows and a gasp. 

By the time the kings men had set up camp, it was becoming dark and the sun was halfway gone. By then her appetite had come back and she emerged from the tent but with her chest plate removed. She walked to the fire pit wearing the under shirt that sat under the armor although she still had her belt and greaves still on. 
"Hey..what do we have on the menu?" She said, finally able to breathe once more as she kept a hand over her chest as she wasn't able to do before. She briefly thought about it and figured that the reason for her exasperated breath under the armor could be because of the large size of her breasts and that technically the armor was probably meant for a small man, not a woman. 
Shuanna had to hold her under shirt closed, "do we have to catch our dinner?"