Sitting at the dressing table as part of her night ritual before going to bed after washing up, Joanna combed her long hair, which was gathered on her left shoulder.
As she did not engage in any vigorous activities that made her sweat or dirty, Joanna kept her hair dry. Besides, she was too tired to treat her hair and wait for it to dry if she happened to wash it, as she wanted to call for the night as soon as possible, preparing for a longer journey the next day.
However, it was what she would have done if she was alone in her room, not prolonging her time sitting in front of the mirror like she was doing at the moment.
After spending nights alone in bed since she left West Lane Mountain, Joanna had to accept the reality that she would have a restless night as she had to share a bed with a companion, which was none other than her so-called husband.
