She quickly combs through and braids his hair and then does the same to her own, only wrapping it into a bun atop her head.
To her surprise, he thanks her for her assistance.
She nods, suddenly uncomfortable to be standing in front of him. There's only about a hand's length of space between them, and she can't look at his face. It's all coming back now. The fear of being caught in the storm. The knowledge that lightning was about to strike.
He tilts her chin up until she looks him in the eyes. "You are afraid."
She nods.
