"I didn't say cut. I said trim," Aylia huffs back. "It would help your hair grow better. Make it look more pretty my lover." Sometimes Aylia called him that. It still surprises him sometimes. When Fang lays on the couch of course she joins him. Per usual Aylia leans against him, her head on his shoulder. "We should go over the wedding plans one more time tomorrow." Maybe that's something else that had been worrying Aylia. Would the villagers behave when they have to meet her people face to face?