She blinked, once again confused. How can they change hair color? Was it really easier than cutting it? Why did she feel like it was important that he changed how he looked? Absentmindedly, one of her hands went up to touch her hair, and she found that it felt curly. She had changed her hair from its natural state too...but why?

She decided to shrug it off...Connor seemed happy. But then, she felt like he loved her...so it must have hurt him badly when she didn't recognize him. She blinked as he offered to relay the question and she smiled, shaking her head slowly. "No...it is the kind of question one asks in person." she told him, and left it at that. Her eyes traveled to the bed, feeling her tiredness take a grasp of her now that it was mentioned. 

"May I rest with you? or would that be unwise?" she asked him, looking into his face again, feeling a bit more familiar with it.