Luka had not the faintest idea how to disentangle hair of any kind, yet he hesitated, about to offer his services to Cielo. He reeled in the urge, displeased all over again at what Cielo had gone through. "I'll make the arrangements," He said reluctantly, stepping away.
Cielo returned to the dresser, peering at his hair in the mirror like if he studied his messy hair long enough, he would be enlightened on how to sort it out. He would be relieved if one of the servants at the mansion could fix it, short hair would be so unbecoming on him.
It wasn't long before another knock rapped against the doors to his quarters. He quickly made his way back, still clutching the brush, having not come any closer to untangling his hair.
