When the girl turned and spoke her approval, Freya removed her greave and glove, revealing a slender, pale hand. Freta's hands were always clean, so the girl's request was easily obeyed, but Freya began to physically inspect the girl's hair, which she had thought were accessories. Freya felt the strands, and immediately took care not to ruin it. 

[I]Such strange accesories. Loose strands of delicate and soft material to allow a good flow of movement. This feels a lot like...[/I]

Freya paused for a moment as the realization washed over her. It wasn't some strange accessory she was touching, it was the girl's hair. An awkward moment passed before Freya pulled her hand away and apologized repeatedly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"