That's right. All of us were brought into the Order as children. Raised and educated at the Temple and, if you're fortunate enough, chosen by a Master to apprentice under.

[His tone cheerful, he continues to brush her hair for a few moments more. Eventually satisfied with the result, he starts to gather her hair in three separate sections.]

Now, to braid, you divide your hair in three parts like so.

[He knows she can't see it, but she should be able to feel it at least. And he can give her a more visual demonstration afterward.]