[ She probably will. Eventually. Maybe? Maybe Cassim will just have to get used to her being easily flustered.
She does glance up at his comment, however, quickly pushing off the edge of the tub. ]
I can fetch them for you, hold on a moment.
[ Heading to his room to search through his things, she takes note of just how little he has - not that she has much more at the moment. But it's something she wants to change as soon as she is able. If she can, anyway. She doesn't comment on it when she comes back, however, holding up what she hopes are the pins he'd spoken of. ]
It's not like braids. I'm forcing my hair to twist together and stay that way. Normally you have to do it in sections and with much shorter hair. The pins cut out the waiting.
I can see how using magic to help would make it much simpler, then. [ She watches him in curious fascination. ] I had no idea how much effort it took to take care of it. But I'm still glad you didn't cut it.
I don't want you in any pain. We'll get whoever we need to help keep that from happening. Someone to cut it, or a healer to help with it or... something.
[Awkward. Once Yona leaves, though, he's quick to retreat to his bedroom and find the only clean set of clothes he had. Cassim is pretty sure his other outfit is going to get burned.
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It is?
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Well, I'm not. And I still think it's beautiful.
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...thank you.
[But anyway they're done with the combing now, so Cassim sets it aside.]
There's a set of pins in with my things--they're magic, they make twisting much easier. I won them a few years ago.
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She does glance up at his comment, however, quickly pushing off the edge of the tub. ]
I can fetch them for you, hold on a moment.
[ Heading to his room to search through his things, she takes note of just how little he has - not that she has much more at the moment. But it's something she wants to change as soon as she is able. If she can, anyway. She doesn't comment on it when she comes back, however, holding up what she hopes are the pins he'd spoken of. ]
Are these the ones?
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[He holds his hand out and takes them, quickly sticking them all over his head.]
They make the twisting take minutes instead of months.
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Months??
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[Cassim starts to twist his hair.]
It's not like braids. I'm forcing my hair to twist together and stay that way. Normally you have to do it in sections and with much shorter hair. The pins cut out the waiting.
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[As he twists, the pins glow. The glow rushes down his hair and continues what he started.]
The headaches are brutal.
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Oh no. I never thought of that. Are they bad now?
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I don't want you in any pain. We'll get whoever we need to help keep that from happening. Someone to cut it, or a healer to help with it or... something.
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It's fine. Healers can't do shit for me and unless I cut or thin my hair out regularly there's nothing for it.
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Then that's what we'll do. I'll find someone who knows how to work with your hair and make sure it doesn't cause you any more pain.
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[He gives Yona a Look.]
That's going to be a lot of money, even if they're a slave.
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Believe it or not, I'm not completely destitute. And you not being in pain is more important anyway. I will find a way to make it work.
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[Cassim still doubts she understands what she's offering.]
....aw, fuck. Forgot my clothes.
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At his words, she flushes at the reminder, averting her eyes again. ]
Ahh, yes... right. I'll, uh. I can return to my room while you... finish.
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[Awkward. Once Yona leaves, though, he's quick to retreat to his bedroom and find the only clean set of clothes he had. Cassim is pretty sure his other outfit is going to get burned.
Once changed, he goes to knock on Yona's door.]
Lady Yona?
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Yes? Ah... I mean, you can come in, Cassim. I sent for food. Are you hungry?
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[He opens the door, rubbing the back of his neck almost anxiously.]
Was also hoping to smoke on the way down, but eh. Whatever.
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If we take the tray of food out to the table on the balcony, you can smoke out there while you eat? Or is that too strange...?
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