You can feel Sabé running her hands through your hair with care. Her fingers worked softly through the various strands, being so gentle as not to tug at all on any knots. Sabé had developed a sort of expertise at managing hair in this manner over the years, and yours was no different. A cluster of flowers sat on her lap just on the skirt of her dress as she began to weave them into your hair.

She selected them with care. Of course, your favourite colours, which nearly coincide with the colour of your hair. She certainly loved these kinds of moments, when you two could just breathe.

"You know," Sabé murmured in a low voice. "I think flowers suit you..."