“I haven’t taught you how to braid your hair. I’ll teach you soon.” He let go of the finished product, though he hadn’t tied it, didn’t have a ribbon with him, and it would come apart soon. “I’m tying better luck into your hair,” a laugh, “and maybe a little love too.” “Love?” “Yes, love,” he teased, then Rosier leaned to press a simple kiss to the top of his head.
