Capochin listens probably more intently to her than he ever has as she gushes about her day, then brightens at the sight of the braid.

"Hector did that for ya?" Capochin chuckles. "He used to do that to me all da time. Before he ascended, sometimes we'd just be talkin' and he'd start braidin' my hair. That was back when I wore it in a ponytail mosta the time." A beat. "You woulda liked the old days, I think. Things were better."