She wrinkles her nose at him, still so pleased by the shield that she finds it too difficult to remain cross for any longer than a second or two.

"Ribbons are useless for hair," she declares, like she really has any idea. "Twine might be alright." She'll have to make do with braids or a pony tails. She doesn't know how to make a piece of leather lacing work with a messy bun. If only her hair elastic hadn't broken.