[ As she begins to cut, Miles' eyes go wide. A little horrified - he does love her long hair - but utterly grateful too. For her to do this for him ... He bows his head a bit, humbled by her gift. Tears flickering at the edge of his eyes, which he wipes away clumsily. ]
Thank you, my lady. The dead will be honored by a gift such as yours.
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Thank you, my lady. The dead will be honored by a gift such as yours.