I spent the following majority of the ride to Belhelm sulking over the three-inch piece of hair that is now missing from my hair.
"Just cut it all, right under my chin like this," I instruct Emma.
"Your highness, you will regret this hasty decision," she replies without missing a beat.
"Hasty? Look at me!" I wave at the unnoticeable chunk of hair I'm missing in my almost hip-length braids I can practically skip rope with.
"It truly wouldn't be noticeable if you braided your hair again," Emma replies robotically.
"But that wouldn't change the fact that it's gone! Is this... is this what amputees feel like?"
