"Oh, Jesus." She slumps forward, elbows on her knees so she can put her head in her hands. Once she does, she starts laughing, a few confused barks caught between her fingers. "Why didn't you say that? Christ."

Sitting straight up again, she smooths her hair back and sets her comb down. She begins braiding her hair into one long rope, mostly because she can. It prolongs the moment, whatever this is. "I get it. I'd get my shit tied up if I could."