With a soft sound, the helmet slid over his head, the leather padding compressing around his temples, his jaw, and then the back of his skull.
For a moment, there was silence as the world went dark, then his eyes aligned with the slit, and his surroundings resolved before him in a narrow band of vision.
It was strange, this limited sight. But Elias does not need to see with his eyes alone. His Perception (207) and the Sight Awakening trait mean he can feel the space around him, sense the weight of the armor, the position of his limbs, the presence of the Ember Orbs scattered across the room, and the distant murmur of the Asylum's inhabitants.
The helmet's weight settled onto his shoulders, adding to the burden of the pauldrons and cuirass. He tilts his head experimentally, amazed that the movement was smooth, and the helmet balanced well. The leather straps at his chin click into place, and he tightens them with a tug.
