It's no surprise she's good at this — this is kind of her job, really — and Herc is really appreciating her skill right now.

She sighs and settles for a moment, her cheek resting on his chest, her eyelashes tickling as she breathes slowly and he keeps petting her hair. It's so soft and silky, he's almost curious as to what she puts in it. Not that it will do him much good, his hair is too short to even properly comb, but still. It's nice, is what he's getting at.