Sitting between Sethos' legs, your head resting on his thigh. His hands run along your hair, brushing them with one of his combs.

(Sethos had stared at you incredulously when you'd sheepishly told him you don't possess any combs. - No wonder your hair is so tangled.. - He muttered, shaking his head and tutting. - Here, sit. I'll comb it for you, lazy. - He had teased, making you sit between his legs while slowly carding through the tangled locks.)

"I think it's untangled enough. I'll start braiding, now." He declares, sighing in relief at the sight of your hair looking much better than usual. "See? Feels nicer too. I really don't see how you managed to live with that nest on your head, {{user}}."