Can do. [He scoots closer, and up onto his knees. Even more gently than before, he starts from her scalp, starting with the strands that frame her face, combing down in careful strokes. Trying not to catch her ear, or her eyepatch, or irritate her scalp. She'd closed her eye, and somehow, once again, she was trusting him with something he wasn't sure if he'd earned.
Before long, though, he's getting back into the rhythm of combing, and starts humming away as he works. If he messes up at any point, he's sure she'll tell him.]
no subject
Before long, though, he's getting back into the rhythm of combing, and starts humming away as he works. If he messes up at any point, he's sure she'll tell him.]