Eyla tried to braid my hair today. It was... a disaster. She kept getting tangled in my horns and apologizing every two seconds like she’d committed a crime. I told her to quit fussing—it’s just hair, and it’ll grow back. But she looked so proud when she finished, even if it was lopsided and half-falling out. I didn’t have the heart to undo it. Maybe I’ll keep it like this for a while. Just don’t tell her I said that. #SisterThings #DraconicProblems