[Zevran pulls her hair free of the tie, watching it spill like fire over her shoulders. It is lovely to see her hair like this, up close and fragrant rather than matted with blood. He runs his fingers through it, silently admiring for a long time. And then--]
Tch, you really should trim your splint ends, you know, darling.
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Tch, you really should trim your splint ends, you know, darling.