The commander returned the nod, let her sit down and stroked her hair, calming her to try and help her switch her ability off and make it safe for him to work.

When she seemed relaxed, he moved her hair to work on a braid that curled down behind her ear, about a quarter of an inch thick. It was loose enough to allow her to pull it back into a pony tail with the rest of her hair, but not so that it would come undone. Easy to show or hide, it was the only decor he put into her hair.