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Mali just relaxed as best as she could (not the easiest task for her) and let Wayne work. He knew way more about this than she ever would, so she wouldn't try being helpful or anything cute like that. With these types of things, trying to help only made things take longer or created mistakes where there wouldn't normally be any. The deep subconscious dredged up a long forgotten memory of her mother cutting off more hair than expected due a sudden fidget, resulting in her having to have the rest sheared so everything would be evened out. For weeks after that all the kids in her class said she looked like a boy. In hindsight, maybe that moment had a bigger impact on the course of her life than it appeared at the time.

When it was time to move stations again, Mali grabbed as much hair below the neckline as she could fit in her fist and loosely held it off when she moved to the throne as Wayne put it. She didn't want any of the leftover water to soak into the robe and be a slight irritant for the next 10 minutes. Yes, it was something incredibly minor, but incredibly minor things tended to poke the edges of your mind the hardest. Like when you put on a sock rotated slightly too far to the right so that the heel was place slightly off-center and your toes were squished together as a very slight angle. Trying to go on with the rest of your day with your sock on like that would be madness, so you took off that sock and put it back on again. Same principle.