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[hadthehighground]

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[reyofsunshine]

[Rey sits where he directed, still looking sheepish. She knows what it means that he didn't say no, and she knows it must be awfully bad for Obi-Wan to speak up about it, considering how tolerant the Jedi is of her habits. She can only imagine what Kylo would've said about it, as rude as he is.

She shakes her head at Obi-Wan's question, the motion short and quick like she's ashamed to give it even though she's certain she has good reason. Why would she know? Who would teach her? Rey knows Obi-Wan has no intention of being cruel, but every time someone asks her a question like that, she can't help feeling mocked for the things she's never had.]

Not many creatures on Jakku with hair.

[hadthehighground]

Ah yes, I suppose that would be true. Not to worry, I can teach you.

[Thus, provided Rey doesn't have any objections, Obi-Wan will reach for her hair and start undoing the messy little bun that's left. And then carefully start brushing the tangles out of her hair.]

In the Jedi Order, the Younglings and Padawans always wore a braid. A very small one mind you, right about here.

[His finger lightly tapping the side of her head right behind Rey's right ear.]

So I was required to learn, you see.

[reyofsunshine]

[She does turn her head a little to watch Obi-Wan out of the corner of her eye at first, but Rey offers no other objections and turns back when her head position starts inhibiting what he's doing. She's still a bit tense, too, but she feels she's allowed all things considering. It's instinct, not distrust, anyway. If she didn't trust Obi-Wan she wouldn't have let him get this far.

That little flinch in her shoulders when he pokes behind her ear is also reflexive, and she doesn't comment on it, but she does have questions. What about the ones without hair? What's the purpose of a single small braid? Did once Obi-Wan have long hair? But most importantly...]

You aren't planning to give me just one tiny braid, are you? [Rey cocks her head to the side to glance at him with an expression of mild alarm. She really can't see how that would help in the current hair situation.]

[hadthehighground]

[Obi-Wan laughs at the question. It's not a mocking laugh, because he certainly isn't making fun of her. No, her concern is cute and endearing, and he's merely amused.]

No, certainly not. I'll be using all of your hair here. It should help keep it out of your face and still be hat friendly.

[Or at least once he straightens out said hair. She's got a few stubborn tangles there. Which he continues to carefully work on, knowing full well how unpleasant it is to have it pulled too hard.]

[reyofsunshine]

[Rey doesn't understand why Obi-Wan is laughing, but it doesn't seem like he's laughing at her, so she lets it go with only a confused expression. Besides, the answer is satisfying enough. She nods shortly and turns her back to him again so he can work on brushing out her hair. Despite the care he's taking, there's still a few painful tugs, though Rey doesn't complain. She doesn't want to sound like she's griping too much about Obi-Wan's kindness, after all.

On the other hand, sitting in silence is also unbearable. So she latches onto a new subject. Not a particularly entertaining subject, but... it's small talk. That's a thing people do, she knows.]

A Padawan, that's... sort of an apprentice, isn't it? Not a full Jedi. A cadet.

[hadthehighground]

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.]