She shivered a little at the tug on her scalp. “Distracted?” she offered. “I’m looking forward to chasing Edward around the field while he tries to fend me off with nothing but a shield.” She lifted each foot and rotated the ankle.
”I‘m going to enjoy it — I believe everyone else might too,” he tells her, “alright, all done.”
Neatly, she braided it again, tightly to her scalp with a handful of pins, then shook her head hard, to see if it would come loose. “Thank you. Will you come down to the armory, then?”