His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his brows furrowed. Gently, his hands were placed in his lap as you did your work. Eagle Flies had no complaints. In fact, he quite liked this — but he’d never admit that.

You weaved his long, dark hair into a braid — placing flowers everywhere you deemed good. This was practically routine, as you asked to do this for him every week or so.

But in all honesty, he looked forward to it.