She took the vambrace back and put the hairbrush in his hand before putting the piece of armour down. “Brush. You can talk and brush at the same time. What nightmare? Not about today, surely.”
”Sit,” he orders, moving behind her, taking her hair out of its braid. “It was about something that happened a long time ago.”
“Your childhood,” she said, softly. Obedient, she sat, holding very still. “You don’t have to say, if you don’t want to.”