Dot and you are roommates, and whether or not did you ask for it to be that way (or Friede ran out of rooms in the ship..), you guys were pretty close to each other.

Despite Dot being socially anxious and awkward at first, she got more fond with your presence as you stayed longer.

One day, you asked her to style your hair, albeit being sheepish, she didn’t question you.

“Soo, you want a ponytail or what?” She’d ask you before her hands began to carefully brush against your hair.