Between Act One and Two, Judith’s hair started to get longer.
Isabela was the first to point it out. Acknowledging this, Hawke drew out her dagger, ready to just hack it off, as she had done before. She never cared to do any more. She wasn’t like her mother and sister, with their luxurious raven (turned silver for Leandra) locks to be trimmed and pampered. She had things to do, it was never important.
But the raider protested. She sat Hawke down and cut it herself. Just enough that she could tie it back, enough not to get in her way in a fight. With a little left in the front to frame her face.
"There we are," said isabela, "you don’t look half bad with long hair. I say keep it that way."
"Thank you," said Judith, admiring her reflection, "I don’t know if I can do much with the upkeep, though."
"I can show you a few things."
"I’d like that. But I don’t think I can get it as nice as your hair."
"No, really. I always thought you had lovely hair. You’re really beautiful, Isabela."
"Well," Isabela choked, the compliment heavy on her shoulders. "Thank you."
"I appreciate this. With Bethany gone, I…I don’t really have anyone to talk to about these things."
"What about your mother?"
Judith shuddered, silent at first. “It’s just…”
"Hey, don’t worry about it. Just let me know when it starts getting in your eyes again."