The young woman tried to turn her head to look at him but could only do so barely seeing that the older woman was relenting in getting those tangles out. Then there would be the task of dressing and grooming... "Have you heard from my messengers yet, my friend? Surely they should have returned by now?" she asked, her brows scrunching at times as the old maid reached the ends of her hair and dragged the knots with her.<br/><br/>Usually she would have engaged him in light and probably even humorous conversation. Though the days of late have been wearing heavily on the girl, most couldn't see it but surely he could have.