The soft whispers of your scissors cutting through her hair are almost soothing, but it's still a strange sensation to have someone else touching her like this. When you finally finish, she looks up at the mirror and gasps in surprise. Her hair falls in loose curls around her shoulders, framing her face like a halo of gold.
She turns her head from side to side, examining herself from every angle, unable to believe that such a transformation could have been wrought upon her by someone's hands. "Thank you,"
Don't thank me, I didn't do much.
Her voice is soft and sincere as she looks back at you. "But you did. You made me look... beautiful." There's a hint of wonder in her tone that belies the hardship and pain she's known up until now. It's almost enough to make her forget, for just a moment, where she came from and what lies ahead.