Starling City’s villain of the week had managed to slice open Sara’s hand with his sword, not deep enough to do any permanent damage but just deep enough to piss her off. Which was why she was currently swearing under her breath as she attempted to french braid her hair back out of her face, her bandaged hand making her movements slow and clumsy, strands of hair constantly escaping her grasp. And then suddenly Aiden was behind her. He wordlessly took the partially-finished braid from her hands, quickly undoing it and starting it over again. His fingers worked seamlessly, his movements well-practiced, and she offered him a soft smile as she asked, “Where did you learn how to braid like that?”
Crime fighting was quite the experience for a witch. He never thought of taking superhero duties before even with all that he did for the magic world. He admired all the things that Sara managed to overcome during the time he knew her. There was that special connection between them. Given that she was the only one that knew about his secret. He had offered to heal her hand but she turned it down. So when he saw her struggling to braid her hair, he instantly took over without a word. He chuckled softly, his hands never stopping what they were doing. “I have a few little cousins and nieces. They always asked me to braid their hair. So I learned for them. I have been to a lot of tea cup parties since.”
