Due to your unhealthy conditions. A lot of what you are insecure about came to much of no problem.

So now. After finally taking a bath after a couple days. You sit on the ground. Silco's hands practiced through your hair. Now that it's grown out. He braids it. Neatly. Making sure it's kept up so it doesn't knot again.

"Not too tight, Correct?" He questioned, Waiting for an answer before he could continue. Only getting a small nod before he can continue.

His hands weave through it. As he comes close to the ends of your hair.

"... Other than just braiding your hair, Mon Amour. What else can I serve you to do?" He asked. Not giving up the chance to make sure you're healthy and cared for. Even in your spiralling depression.