Rogue continued to comb her fingers through his hair once there was no decoration left in it, making sure all the tangles were out and just enjoying the luxury of being able to touch him so freely. It was a gift that she appreciated more and more with each passing day.

It was soothing work, a calm settling over her as she carefully put in a number of extremely thin braids throughout his hair, adding a look of texture to the wild mane he liked to wear. The single larger braid was returned to its original spot, the significance of it still standing for her. "Only one like this," she murmured into the quiet around them as she finished that particular braid. "Because you're the only one... the only one I could be like this with."

And with that she was done. The decorative design had been simplified more than anything, not quite as ornate but still intricate. If he didn't like it, though, she would have no problem changing it or putting it back to the original way.