Godric laughs, trying to imagine what she pictures. "I had wild hair," he tells her. "I remember looking at my reflection in the water. It grew too long and my brother was always braiding it for me so it wouldn't get snagged on the brambles and bushes."
Godric's hair was cut in prison to keep the knots and tangles out, but he is quite pleased to have the chance now to grow it.
"Mm, it will grow in waves and curls," he tells her. "So any braid would be appreciated. Otherwise, it will simply mat and I will look like the feral animal I was for so many years."
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"Mm, it will grow in waves and curls," he tells her. "So any braid would be appreciated. Otherwise, it will simply mat and I will look like the feral animal I was for so many years."