[ Yes, she knows. She knows that when Honerva speaks, it is meaningful.
And to Honerva's credit, she's kind to allow Pyra this indulgence of doing the act of braiding her hair itself. It's an act of trust. She imagines that there had once been a time that the woman wouldn't have allowed anyone to touch her at all, knowing how much she's been through. She hopes this, too, serves as proof to Honerva for how far she's come.
But at last, it seems Pyra finishes up the braid for her, securing the end with a tie. She comes around to her front, a hand on her shoulder as she peers at her work, how symmetrically presents from looking upon her at this angle-- at that angle-- and then another, tilting her head from side to side. One last spider lily twists between two of her fingers, her lips pursed in thought, and then-- ] Mm...
[ Time for the final flower to be tucked into a loose strand of white hair just above and behind her pointed ear. ] ...There. [ Unable to help herself, she smiles at her. ]
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And to Honerva's credit, she's kind to allow Pyra this indulgence of doing the act of braiding her hair itself. It's an act of trust. She imagines that there had once been a time that the woman wouldn't have allowed anyone to touch her at all, knowing how much she's been through. She hopes this, too, serves as proof to Honerva for how far she's come.
But at last, it seems Pyra finishes up the braid for her, securing the end with a tie. She comes around to her front, a hand on her shoulder as she peers at her work, how symmetrically presents from looking upon her at this angle-- at that angle-- and then another, tilting her head from side to side. One last spider lily twists between two of her fingers, her lips pursed in thought, and then-- ] Mm...
[ Time for the final flower to be tucked into a loose strand of white hair just above and behind her pointed ear. ] ...There. [ Unable to help herself, she smiles at her. ]