Disclaimer - Alas, it is not mine.


Amon glowered at the wall, literally biting his tongue to keep from snapping at his young charge. She apparently had decided that brushing her hair obsessively was not enough. No, now she had to sing while doing it.

It was not unpleasant; he simply wanted to sit in silence. However she had not seemed so cheerful in…well, he could not remember the last time.

"Amon?"

"Yes?"

He glanced over, surprised to find a blush coloring her cheeks.

"Would you like me to brush your hair?"

He blinked.

"No."

"All right."

Amon returned to his brooding, realizing suddenly that something had changed - the singing had stopped.