[The truth here would be easy: "I like your silver hair" and "I'm not all right." But he has no right to say these things, so he doesn't. And it might be that time will soften them; it might be that it will not. Hard to say now. She isn't dead, like Ygritte is dead; she is only over in Solvunn and not truly his in any real sense. He cannot say whether this will make things better or worse.]
Better than me. My head is a whirl.
You should keep your hair as you like it, however you like it. There might be herbs that can make it brown again, if a spell cannot.
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Better than me. My head is a whirl.
You should keep your hair as you like it, however you like it. There might be herbs that can make it brown again, if a spell cannot.