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One, two, three, one, three, two, Amity counted in her head as she straightened and braided her hair. Much of it doing it from muscle memory.
— I'm glad we can live like this again— Amity said, a great hint of affection in her voice.
Willow looked down at that, feeling suddenly wistful about it. A part of her still hated Amity, all the time she spent, even though she already knows the whole story and even though Amity has apologized and shown herself to be better.
But there was a part of her deep down that still hated Amity, but also missed Amity.
—Me too— Willow whispered as she felt Amity braid her hair.
One, three, two, three, two, one, two, one, three, Willow felt part of her hair braided and knotted on one part of her, Amity maybe rusty, but she was very good at it.
—Do you really want me to watch the video for you?— Willow asked her.
A small sound of incongruity came from Amity who struggled for her words.
— I have to help Luz and to help her I need to know what ails her, which I can only know if I watch the video! — There was a lot of frustration in Amity's voice — But, if I look at it, that would be invading her privacy and that really wouldn't be the best thing to touch things...
Amity became almost frantic as soon as they faced the real issue, struggling for her words to express exactly what was ailing her.
A great achievement compared to a few months ago.
Amity kept weaving her hair, she needed to know what to do about what Willow told her. She needed to know what to do.
All Willow did was make a positive sound, nothing more.
One, two, three, three, two, one.
— Willow, I really need help here
— you have not answered my question, do you want me to watch the video for you?— Willow asked again, as if she was making sure.
Have someone else watch the video, have someone else check things and then say that she found. Somehow that argument sounded too much like his own family, with Ed and Em when they were younger and their mother sent them to spy on Amity to make sure she kept doing her chores, and they still do, meddling, but with the plus no longer tell his mother.
Amity knew what it was like to have someone butt in.
— No—Amity replied, feeling a big knot in her stomach.
— There's your answer — Willow continued — You should talk to her, Luz was weird at school about that, but if you ask her I think she'll be fine.
It wasn't the answer Amity was looking for when she arrived, but it was the answer she needed.
Two, three, one, three, one, two, two, one, three, Amity finished braiding Willow's hair.
— How about? — Amity clapped her hands together in anticipation, hoping Willow would like it.
There was a moment of contemplation in the mirror.
—I like it, you're not rusty— Willow smiled at her, it was a style that she liked.
— That is good.
— Then what are you going to do with Luz?
Amity took a moment to sink back into Willow's sheets and scream. She had already made up her mind.
— I'll talk to her.
—Good for you—Willow sat down next to the bed and started stroking Amity's hair.
For now, she just needed to relax before Amity got psyched up to ask Luz.
And Willow would give her that peace. Because she was very fond of this current Amity.