"My lady, should I tie your hair?"
Tilly just tilted her head to the side, blinking ever so tenderly. Since she didn't reject, Fabian thought of tying her hair. So, without a word, he stood behind her chair and gazed at her silky long hair.
"This will be better, my lady," he said, grabbing her white hair and was surprised at how smooth and thin it was momentarily. But he didn't dwell on it as he put all her hair in one hand, before carefully tying it in a ponytail using the handkerchief.
A satisfied smile appeared on his lips as something finally pleased him in this place. That was to see her hair leave the floor. The bell dangled down, and it rang faintly when she cocked her head back to look at him.
"Better." His smile remained, stepping back while Tilly turned her head on the window.