Her hair is growing back.
Not enough to wear in the elaborate styles once preferred, but simple
braids held in place with jeweled pins keep it back from her face even as
the ocean breeze attempts to tousle it out of place. The shoreline has long
since vanished from her view, but she keeps gaze locked on the horizon all
the same in hopes that something, anything might break the monotony of
water all around them.
She adores the shore. Does not so much adore the sea.
Turns to find Jaime at her side, watching the scenery the same way
she is. “Do you still believe this the right choice?”