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Nassir growled, taking the brush from Tavyna's hand and brushing her hair instead. The mirror reflected the scowling djinni, a flash of amber registering for just a second. The fury passed, dark hair swaying as he shook his head.

The male sighed, at least somewhat mollified that she was trying to look after him. The feeling of being worried and fretted over was both heartwarming and irritating. An odd mixture. Only half realizing it, Nassir allowed a touch of magic into the brush, leaving her hair luxuriously soft and clean looking, and yet not wet as though she just washed it.

Looking thoughtful for a minute, Nassir held out a hand, impatience on his features as he wagged his fingers in a gesture of 'come on'
"Give me an old piece of jewelry or an old ring you don't care about if it's tinkered with. No one but you knows what my vessel is. Besides, what can your father do to a djinn?" Nassir argued, arching a brow and giving Tavyna a skeptical glance. It was almost insulting, really.