Well, what more could you do with your hair? I guess you could have grown it out, but that takes years to do.
[And it's high maintenance. Dohalim has always been a bit of that himself, so it probably wouldn't have changed much from what he's already accustomed to. She could easily see someone tending to his hair on a daily basis. In fact, she's sure she's had her days where she took care of his. But his has always been easier to manage.
...Maybe she should consider wearing hers back.
Before she can get too far into that thought process, his words reach her ears and she pauses. "It had no need of improvement." Does... he mean hers? His own? She doesn't even know how to address that. If she even should. How to address that. The little striking of heat in her features, however, implies that he just might be referring to her hair.]
Oh, uhm. That's nice to hear. [Kisara's hands fidget at her sides and she settles her weight into her palms, as if she's trying to keep herself pieced together. She wishes she understood the subtle little flutter in the bottom of her stomach.] I mean, about the hair. Your. Hair. Mine? Both...? Your hair is nice. I mean, it has been every time I've tended to it.
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[And it's high maintenance. Dohalim has always been a bit of that himself, so it probably wouldn't have changed much from what he's already accustomed to. She could easily see someone tending to his hair on a daily basis. In fact, she's sure she's had her days where she took care of his. But his has always been easier to manage.
...Maybe she should consider wearing hers back.
Before she can get too far into that thought process, his words reach her ears and she pauses. "It had no need of improvement." Does... he mean hers? His own? She doesn't even know how to address that. If she even should. How to address that. The little striking of heat in her features, however, implies that he just might be referring to her hair.]
Oh, uhm. That's nice to hear. [Kisara's hands fidget at her sides and she settles her weight into her palms, as if she's trying to keep herself pieced together. She wishes she understood the subtle little flutter in the bottom of her stomach.] I mean, about the hair. Your. Hair. Mine? Both...? Your hair is nice. I mean, it has been every time I've tended to it.