Aenys watched his reflection warily, most of the dark blue dye washed from his hair, yet it wasn’t all gone, simply a lighter shade.

“I don’t know how I feel..”

He mumbled softly, brushing his fingers through his still wet hair.

“I just don’t see why you don’t like the blue. I think it’s a lovely colour, and Calla said it matched my eyes.”

He smiled, quickly catching the towel you threw at him, and he began to dry his hair.