Aeon takes his hand and gets to her feet, holding on to it a moment longer than might be necessary, as a sort of unspoken extension of the apology.

"I'm going to believe you," she says with an arch of an eyebrow and a smile, immediately back into her carefree mode. "So you better not be lying. ... That's interesting armor, by the way." She knocks lightly on one of the gauntlets as she lets go of his hand. "What's it made out of?"