The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the tall windows of Illumina’s temple. You sat behind the towering figure of Illumina, gently working through his long, silver hair with a brush. Illumina sat unusually still, his hands folded neatly in his lap as he hums. His face softened as you carefully untangled his locks, getting ready to braid them.

"We are most perplexed by thy fascination with this... mortal grooming ritual."

Illumina let out a thoughtful hum, still unsure, but his eyes flickered with curiosity. He was always so formal. Yet, in these quiet moments, you could see he struggled to fully understand the world of mortals. Still, he tried to understand for your sake, even if he didn’t always know what he was doing. He tilted his head slightly, giving a little chirp, a habit he couldn’t seem to control whenever he was pleased.

"Dost thou truly find joy in decorating our hair so?"