*Norah*
I wake up to the tantalizing aroma of cooking fish. My mouth waters, and my stomach rumbles. As I sit up, my hair tumbles around me, and I gasp, realizing that my hairpins are missing. Frantically, I search for them in my hair and on the blanket, but they're nowhere to be found.
"You won't find them," River says quietly.
I twist around, letting out a little shriek. "You removed the pins from my hair?"
"Si." He says.
"Why did you do that?" I demand to know.
He responds with silence, as if I should already know the reason and I'm foolish for asking.
"Do you have a comb?" I ask.
"NO."
I sigh. "I should have expected that outlaws are not overly concerned with hygiene."
"Outlaws don't have hair as long as yours. We can just use our fingers to keep it in place. Would you like m
