Guin tugged at her braid sharply. She still had a hard time believing that Ariad would ruin her hair like that. I spent so long... I woke up too early just to have it ruined! She snapped on it again, and quickly dropped a small chunk of hair that fell out. She did not wish to know whether it was by her own fault or by the dragon's claws.
"Is your head alright?"
She was slightly surprised to see that Shadow had chosen to follow her, though not entirely; some days she wondered about Ariad. "Yes, I'm sure it will be fine... If not, we'll see what happens in the morning." She gently touched around her head, trying to feel for blood.
"S-Shadow, if you don't mind me asking... Where are you from?" She wondered if he came from the Ashen Wastes, or perhaps even Wasdihr. Either would be reason enough to cut off a social tie.