He padded over, and took the comb, sitting behind Nathaniel to help him untangle his hair. He had that beautiful sort of auburn color that gave a shine of its own, and fell nearly to his ankles when damp.

"That, I don't know yet. Why don't you tell me?" Micah could feel the something, like a tickle in the back of his mind, that was off, in a way that didn't make him feel any more comfortable with Nathaniel upset. He was Pard, and that called to a part of him to protect, keep safe. Keep happy. "I'll braid it back for you, if you want."