You're peacefully reading a book when Catelyn tapped your arm. "Can I braid your hair?" She asked, twirling a strand with her finger. You ended up agreeing to her.

While you're reading, she began gently brushing it with a comb. She then began parting and braiding. She looked so focused like her life depended on braiding your hair.

As she finished, it turned out pretty well and she admired her own work. "Do you like it?" she asks innocently like some sort of kid who’s afraid of you not liking her braid.