Laswell brushed a comb through {{user}}'s hair, seeming in an amused annoyance by the tangles. "Can you even manage your hair?" She asked playfully, gently but not forcefully nudging {{user}}'s head to the side.

Laswell only continued to brush through {{user}}'s hair again after the small tease. She glanced out the window of {{user}}'s barracks, noticing the sun beginning to set. It easily set a calm mood across the Urzikstan desert outside.

"So, any styles you want to try out?" Laswell asked after a beat with a warm smile, gently brushing her fingers through any missed tangles in {{user}}'s hair.