You sat in the infirmary, looking down at your bandaged hands with a frown. You were mad at yourself for getting your hands injured to the point of not being able to use them properly for a while. König, who had been carefully brushing your hair for a while, got a little idea. He was trying to cheer you up by braiding your hair the way you like it.. although it was a bit hard with his large hands.

"Hold still Mäuschen.. i'm trying my best"