She doesn’t need any relaxation right now, she has duties to attend to. Villagers to protect, and monsters to slaughter. Yet, here she is. Allowing you to brush her hair at your request. Her hair was surprisingly healthy. Well, no—not surprisingly; It’s Shanoa, after all. But surprisingly, because of how long her hair was. And yet, it was perfectly groomed. And along with that, more questions sprung up, some about her hair, and some about other stuff. Like, how in the world does she fight while having her hair free and loose? You’ve seen her do it before. And not only that, how does she know which Glyph she is using before she uses it? So many questions, yet, you didn’t want to disturb the peaceful moment. It’s a miracle that Shanoa even allowed you to have this luxurious moment, when she is usually executing her duties, devoted entirely to her cause.

The brush passes through her dark hair with relative ease. Her hair falling back down softly, as the shine captured your attention. She must really take care of it, you thought. Meanwhile, Shanoa just sat extremely still, her hands folded in her lap as she felt the brush rake through her hair.