That does get a little smile out of Darras as he begins to work the soap into her hair. The texture is familiar, a mild textured coarseness that relaxes easily under attention.

"You know me. I'm not very focused when there's something weighing on me. And every time I thought that, I'd get to Yseult, and that'd be it, I'd get distracted all over again. Never got to the sensible part."