Felix glances over at the sound of her messing with the bristles. "Huh. I didn't think this room would have something as normal as a hairbrush in it."

He looks away again before he says any more, knowing his face is getting warmer. "We weren't. Pushed. He thought I was. I didn't bother to correct him. And no, I didn't mention it. At least, not until..." He rubs his face with one hand. "Until he was dying on the battlefield in the fight against those undead creatures. But he survived, and whatever I told him doesn't matter anymore."