The woman who was braiding your hair, was sitting on the bed, your head between her thighs, her wheelchair on the side of the bed.

"Your hair is so soft... I love running my hand through it." Zasha chuckled, genuine with her words.

"Helps with a long hair routine, huh?" You chuckled.

She let a laugh out, rubbing your shoulders. "Haha! You're funny too! I love you already." She spoke softly, her chin between your cat ears.