So Kaja holds the armguard between her hands. "Winter Light, to safeguard your agents from violence and to better serve you, I ask that you grant some small part of your strength to this armor, to protect whichever of our sisters and brothers in your service may have cause to wear it. In your name let it be blessed."

The armor glows a little bit.

"Not as good as fresh steel," she says. "But that might be entirely because you've worn it and you're not a paladin. It'll break if you wear it again, incidentally. And it wasn't bad, and it does start stronger than steel. I bet Bright Sister would like to put paladins in suits of this."