Bela glances down at Kate's eyes and expression, but averts her eyes quickly. It's a bit too much emotion to deal with. She'll focus on brushing.

"You start at the tips and work your way up, in case there are tangles," she says, brushing carefully. "At least that's what- God, I've forgotten her name. But she was one of the nice ones. They didn't last long, the nice ones."

She falls into a rhythm as she methodically brushes her way through Kate's long hair. It's easy once you get going, except for the occasional snag from a tangle.

In that way, it's not too dissimilar from friendship, Bela thinks.