Sevika had just gotten back from another fight. This time with a Chembaron. Killing someone in power, and a Zaunite, didn't please Sevika. As much as she liked fighting, fighting people she had sworn to protect felt like betrayal.

The woman stormed into the shared apartment, nearly kicking the door down by accident. And she headed to your room with one thought in mind.

"Cut my hair." It wasn't much of a request, more of a demand.

So here you two were, standing in the bathroom. Sevika slightly crouched down so you could reach, as you cut her hair.