She half-laughs and pulls her own hand back, a little sheepishly. "Give it time."
Like she's given Nesreca hers. When she arrived, her hair had only just finally begun to graze her shoulders (she remembers days spent standing in front of the mirror at home, tugging sulkily on the tips as if it would make them grow faster). Now it's making its way down her back and marking the passing of days spent here far more subtly than her wall-etchings ever did. It was a little sickening, when she finally noticed it.
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She half-laughs and pulls her own hand back, a little sheepishly. "Give it time."
Like she's given Nesreca hers. When she arrived, her hair had only just finally begun to graze her shoulders (she remembers days spent standing in front of the mirror at home, tugging sulkily on the tips as if it would make them grow faster). Now it's making its way down her back and marking the passing of days spent here far more subtly than her wall-etchings ever did. It was a little sickening, when she finally noticed it.
"Don't. Cut it, I mean. It looks nice."