her armor

"Dovah?" Lydia asked, confused. "What... what do you want to take?"

"I require your armor, Lydia," the Dovah said.

"Sir? Do you want your elven armor or your dragonscale armor?" She asked.

"No, no, Lydia. I require YOUR armor. Give it to me," the Dovah instructed.

Lydia's eyes widened. "H-here? N-now?"

"Yes now, I need your armor now. You have to obey my command, Lydia," the Dovah said now getting annoyed.

Lydia stood agape.