Ronan grabbed her arm. "Hang on there, lass." He said. "You and I both know that Meara loves you, and we both know she can be more stubborn than a mule.... She's going to be in more danger when she joins the Survery corps and she still has her heart set on them."
Carmina sat around and played with her new hair style; it was pixie short in the back with shoulder length tufts of hair in the front. She played with the end of her tuft and sighed softly, missing her long hair
"No! Not at all! .... A-Actually..." She looked around, cheeks pink. "Could we... Maybe do it again..?" She whispered, no one was around, but she still seemed shy about it.