Aire shrugged. "Why not?"
Beta Rhys nearly choked. "Your Grace." He called police, yet firmly. As if to warn her about what she just said.
"It grows back."
Marsali looked delighted.
Eventually Beta Rhys let it be.
Marsali carefully trimmed one tiny section, then stared at it proudly. She trimmed the down tips of the hair.
Aire honestly couldn't tell the difference, which seemed safer.
Marsali remained pleased with herself.
Aire considered that a victory. Marsali eventually settled beside her afterward, still holding the brush, and looking content.
Her expression softened.
The change was small, but noticeable.
"Aire?"
"Hm?"
Marsali looked down. She looked at anything, except Aire. "Thank you." She whispered
Aire frowned slightly. "For what?" Unles her memory fails her, she can't remember doing something to be thanked for at the moment.
"For letting me stay here."
The room grew quiet.
Aire's heart swelled. She suddenly felt so empathetic she could cry.
