He gave her a surprisingly understanding look. "A lot of people are touchy about people touching their hair; I get it."

He moved behind her, helping adjust the bed tray. "You eat. I brush Nat's hair for him, so I've got some practice with long hair."

He helped position a towel around her shoulders to help keep her shirt dry and began gently brushing the ends of her damp hair. Any snags were carefully picked through with an experienced, delicate hand. He had had practice, but he was extra gentle with her as he doubted she'd have the same reaction to her hair being pulled as Nathaniel did.