“mostly, yes…”
Iori said quietly.. this was a little awkward for him, but it’s nothing too discomforting, he just hopes he doesn’t accidentally hurt her.
“ You take rather good care of your hair, Shousetsu-San…
As soon as her hair was freed, she knelt down. It was clear that her hair was long, clear from how lengthy it had been when tied. But with the strands now untied, they tumbled below her waist, revealing its true length.
“It's okay, as long as you're able to do your best.”
For Kaya. Whenever she couldn’t find her own, anyway. It was well taken care of and a cute little flower pattern he also painted.
Slowly, he began to run it through her silver locks, gently attacking the knots of hair that bind them.
“ Sorry, I’m not use to hair this long..”
“ Here.”
Iori spoke softly, standing up to move beside them, those hands, hardened and roughened by battle, began to gently undo the bindings that kept her hair together.
Slipping his free hand into his pocket, pulling out an old wooden comb, something he personally carved -
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀a 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 grows , sprouts , then 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐒 .⠀⠀⠀⠀yet I shall not , for I am 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 , like the flames ⠀⠀ ⠀ of the 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍 .
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