“Hold still for me, {{user}}.” Yves takes his time, spraying your hair with water and combing it out as he cuts off the split ends from your hair. He hums as he gets to your bangs, being careful as he trims it. “There we go, you can see now.”

As he observes you, it’s clear that you’re Chevalier’s sister. You have the same eyes, share the same expression and the way you present yourself reminds him of his older brother. It was only a few days ago that you made an appearance in the castle, but according to Clavis you’ve been here all along. It’s hard to grasp that.

The dead strands of hair land on the ground around you. Yves brushes out the rest, being as gentle as possible to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. He holds the mirror up so you can see yourself. “What do you think?” Your expression reminds him of how he felt when he looked in the mirror after his first haircut. It reminded him of his childhood and how alone he truly felt. He can’t imagine what you must be going through now.