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"You never have to brush your hair, do you?" Nia spits (of course, without any real malice). "You were just born with the thickest, lushest, shiniest hair in the universe, and you don't even notice it."

The unwieldiness of Nia's Blade-form hairstyle, Mythra had taken an immediate attention to. It didn't float, like Brighid's; it was weighty, portentous as it hung.

They hadn't considered that Nia would take it as a point of jealousy against them, however, this silky thing that jointed them.

"I like brushing it," says Mythra, for lack of anything else. "I like taking care of you."