"Eat what you want. If there's anything left, I'll put it in the fridge."

He nodded, slipping gracefully from the bed and padding to the bathroom. He came back with sort of paddle brush. "My hair is a lot finer than yours, so I think this will work better for you. It's my friend Nathaniel's and his hair is pretty long and thick."

He offered her the brush before awkwardly adding, "I can help if your hands hurt, but I get if you'd rather do it."