[ She shifts her weight, smiling a little as she shifts her weight and rakes her fingers up against her temple, through her hair to where it's only as she brushes it back and binds it into a braid. The grey still there, steel silver against the black mass of it. ]
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[ She shifts her weight, smiling a little as she shifts her weight and rakes her fingers up against her temple, through her hair to where it's only as she brushes it back and binds it into a braid. The grey still there, steel silver against the black mass of it. ]
Happy now? Or do you wish to see my scars next?