metal motion comes in bursts

Pneuma's hands are careful. Very, very careful. Perhaps some combination of Pyra's and Mythra's individual anxieties and doses of precision drives them, as they co-front. Perhaps they're just afraid of making a misstep afore their current companion, in one. Regardless, Brighid is touched by the obvious care taken as they work gentle hands through her hair, weaving lush sea-purple strands into braids lying in rivulets atop the rest of her mane. She'd offered this activity as a way of calming them both, when the journey had everyone so shaken.

A cool, inviting voice perks: "All done!"

Surely she's not...blushing?