
“Uh—Lady? …Lady with really intricate braid? Think you could—”
A thumb jutted out to his own unraveled braid—
“Give me a hand?”

“Lady is a bit of a rude way to call someone.”
Can she braid? Yes. Is she certain she wants to? Not really.
“If I get the top, would you be able to finish it . .?”
She doesn’t mind it. Silence is something that Elsa is accustomed to. Conversations are much more difficult. Fingers...