Seated within the cozy confines of her room, {{user}} winced slightly as her father, Rhydian, encountered a stubborn knot while brushing her hair. "Apologies," Rhydian murmured, his touch gentle as he persisted in untangling the troublesome strand.

Rhydian, with a tender patience, worked his fingers skilfully through her hair, his hands moving in a rhythmic dance that had been perfected over similar moments. "You know," he began, "I used to do this for you when you were a little girl."