Take Your Pick

"What is your name?" The woman asked as she began combing out Zia's hair.

"I am Zia."

"Do you have a last name or is it just Zia?"

"Just Zia."

"What about you?"

"My name is Helena, but you can call me Lena."

"Ok. Why were you so frightened earlier?" Zia asked as she released a cry suddenly.

"I am sorry!" Lena said as she dropped the comb she was using to detangle Zia's hair.

"No. I have a braid in the back of my head that I forgot about."

"Oh here, let me undo it."

"No! It is ok. I will take care of it. You have done so much already." Zia said, admiring the make up and accessories Lena applied for her.

"Ok. Well, I was frightened because I wasn't sure what to expect from you. After I left this room, I visited master. He assured me that you couldn't harm me. He said your powers were bound."

"How would my powers be bound if I do not have any powers to bind?"

"I do not know what to believe but knowing you cannot harm me was a comforting thought." She said truthfully.