[Daisy never thought a lot about physical appearance. That she causes envy even in those that took care of it feels odd. Not that she thinks she'd hold a candle to Val.

After the hug, she peeks out of her golden hideout. She looks at the masses of golden hair. At least it's in order now.]

Thanks. I think.

[Something Val was too gleeful to help and troll with.]

I've been told that. I'm not keeping it, but...

[... Okay, the fact she is considering it is the sign that she has spent too much time with Valvalis.]

I've thought about keeping it a little long. Just enough for it to fit my helmet.

I'd have more problems with it than you would.

[She is a Spartan that is mastering the element of air; alas, not a wind elemental with bulletproof hair.]