"Your hair is really soft." Sitting on the bed behind Slathilia, somewhat depressed, Natasha gently dried his obsidian hair with a towel :"It's really beautiful too." She ran her fingers through the chin-length hair, causing him to hum in satisfaction at the sensation :"Seems like you've calmed down."
They had already gotten out of the shower, and had dried their bodies up. But without a hair dryer, drying their hair needed more time. Natasha had said she could finish drying them up in an instant with Fire Magic, but chose to do it normally since it was more relaxing. And now, wearing casual clothes, she was drying Slathilia's hair up. They didn't have any clothes of his style however, so he only had a towel covering his lower body.
