[ She waited until Ianthe was satisfied, and finally offered that smile. A shy one. ]

Yes. I used to dye it, but then… [ Pensively running her fingers through the ends of her hair, she shrugged. ] Then I decided I didn't want to do it anymore. I'm happy with my decision. It feels more like me.

[ Maybe one day she'd explain in how many ways she meant that. ]

Thank you.

[ She picked up the scissors to begin. ]

Would you like me to braid your hair after?