Wendy gazed at the teen, and her features softened. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” She patted the girl’s leg lightly. “You haven’t braided before, have you? Might as well learn somewhere, huh?”
The female reached up to undo her hair. “I nearly messed up my own hair, so.”
"I mess up my hair all tha time!" The panic is deflating. That's good. A reward for improvement. "Why do ya think I wear that thing on m' head for the show?"













