He felt her fingers weave back and forth across his skull, shaping and folding each strand of hair into place like a song. It was extremely calming for the both of them. She often braided little plaits into his hair for practicality or for fun. Sometimes they talked and joked about life, sometimes they stayed silent and contemplated it instead, but neither mattered. It was the pattern, the rhythm, that was so meditative and soothing as though with each exhale, with each comforting chuckle, the weight of all their duties washed clean from their souls. And when her hands had finished, the lovers found themselves imparted with a fresh outlook on their individual responsibilities and a brighter spirit within with which to tackle them. Before her, he’d rarely ever reached this level of relaxation outside the fade. She’d opened his heart in more ways than one and he was unsure how he’d ever manage without her.
