Noah rubbed her shoulder to soothe her disappointment. “If you want to cut your hair into a bob or whatever, then you should do it. Like I said, you're pretty to me regardless of if you have short hair, long hair, or no hair at all. Do what you want to do, what you think'll look good.” He appreciated her asking for his opinion, showing she still valued it, but he ultimately didn't mind how she would look. Her dyed hair, like now, would be gotten used to be him over the next few days and he wouldn't think anything of it. The change would be meagerly shocking at first, but he'd get over it as well if she decided to cut her hair instead of redyeing it into her natural color, or as close as she could get.

“See?” he said in reference to the kisses. “You'd die and I'd be sad, so you shouldn't shave my head when I'm sleeping. It'll ruin everything.” He was joking along, though his chain of reactions may have been a bit darkly tuned.

“If you're tired you should nap,” he said, affirming her question. What he had in store for her might've taken some time. The time of night in which he needed it to be was slightly inconvenient, but he wanted privacy for the two of them. They would have to be both away from the others but also awake when all others were soundly asleep.

Noah took a leading step towards their wagon, wondering if she would continue on walking or if she would take a nap to get through the last leg of the trip for the day.