Haircut

Large watery eyes stared at her, determination shining in them.

"Miss," Aris called, squeezing her hands.

The turquoise-haired girl swallowed hard, waiting for the next words from the little lady in front of her.

"Let me cut your hair!" Aris exclaimed after gathering courage.

As sentimental as she was, and as easy as it was to read the emotions on her face, it was very difficult for her to openly express her thoughts to others.

When dealing with beasts, Aris could speak normally. This was because the creatures were simpler when it came to expressing their likes and dislikes, and there was no double meaning or disguised malice in their actions, like humans.

But the blindfolded woman in front of her felt differently.

Call it a caretaker's intuition, it doesn't matter. Her eyes couldn't help but carefully watch the lady's movements, the same way she watched the beasts.

This was the first time Aris felt the need to 'care' for a human.