“Sure, used to help my sister with it.” The Kenari accent is thick - even thicker when he speaks of his sister - and he fights down the twinge of guilt and longing that always arises whenever she comes into his thoughts.

“We can braid it up, then wrap the raid in cloth to keep it around your head?” He offers, gesturing with his hands as if to demonstrate the technique.

This seems like a Perfectly Normal Exchange With A Stranger to him.