' jakob, dear, your hair -- ' the usually pristine and perfectly settled updo of his seemed almost disheveled, and azura cannot help but insist upon assisting him with the matter. she stands upon her toes, making quick work of the ribbon and her hands as they carefully maneuver through the delicate strands. ' there, that should be better. '
Azura’s touch finding its way to his hair, Jakob watches as Azura stands upon the tips of her toes. Quick work is made, as her fingers trail through strands upon strands of silver. Within mere moments, his hair is better attended, courtesy of Azura.
“ Azura, you really needn’t trouble yourself like so— ”
Of course his words are, well, unnecessarily wasted. After all, his words had no mark to land upon. For though Jakob is about to tell her there is no need for this, Azura is already well and done. Her gesture much appreciated, despite the faint shades of color splayed across Jakob’s cheeks.
“ Thank you—I suppose I can depend on your eyes to catch what I rarely cannot. ”
