Some kind of teched-out suit

“You’re alive,” Kara said, staring.

And more than that, she was wearing something; judging by how she floated a little way over the ground she didn’t seem as affected as Kara by the lack of exposure to sunlight.

Immediately, Kara felt more self-conscious, her pose moving from being ready for a fight to being withdrawn, standing straighter, legs together to try to hide her pussy, and one arm over her chest.

“How did-” Kara began, wanting desperately to know how her aunt had survived. Then, practicality won out and she flushed; “How are you… dressed?” she squeaked.

Astra looked down, both making Kara flush by looking over her, then looking at her own body.

“My body might not be able to store sunlight, but this can,” she said.

She paused, considering. There was a lot Kara didn’t know, about her arrest, her imprisonment… as far as Kara was concerned she was just her aunt, miraculously still alive, and more than that seemingly with a solution to her nudity problem.

Slowly, Astra let herself relax. Perhaps this wouldn’t come to ****.

“I had it made when I became aware that I needed one,” Astra said. “Would you like me to fashion you one too?”

“Please,” Kara said, whimpering slightly. She looked around the street, flushing as people stopped fleeing. “How are- thought you died. Everyone died, when Krypton…”

“We were an advanced race, we invented space flight,” Astra said. “Not everyone was on Krypton.”

A convenient, easy excuse. In a way, Astra was relieved; she did still love her niece, even after everything, she’d take the chance to avoid fighting her.

That, and she did have some sympathy, seeing Kara like this. Flustered, unable to really cover herself, red-faced and exposed to the eyes of the city. Even if this did end in battle, it was far from honourable for them to be on such different grounds.

Kara began to move closer, caught up in relief, before catching herself, faltering.

“Can we, uh, go somewhere else?” Kara said, flushed.

“Of course, little one,” Astra said. She offered Kara her hand.

Blushing, Kara took it, exposing her tits to do so. And then they were both flying, the gathered people getting a last glimpse of their hero’s ass.

Even in the air, Kara flushed. When she flew the air flowed all around her body, her nipples and bare pussy hypersensitive to the feel of it.

“Wait here,” Astra said, with clouds Kara’s only cover. “There are… other survivors, not all of them from Krypton. I should let them know you’re coming.”

Nervous, Kara nodded, arms trying to cover herself as she floated.