The only hope I had now was getting out of this place and making myself a hair regrowth potion. But even then…a true Lion’s mane was meant to be grown over years, looked after and nourished daily. Bottle grown hair wouldn’t have the lustre of my old mane because it wouldn’t be imbued with a lifetime of love and tending to by my mothers. And maybe that was the hardest part about it all, knowing I’d lost the piece of myself which my family had helped gift me.
