[ Reynir is still fascinated, but this time he manages to be fascinated without turning around to look at her. Still, the two of them here, they have nothing but time to kill, and besides, she might have more luck with the braid if she is talking about something else at the same time. The worst thing for it is overthinking, after all.

So he asks: ]

How does that work? Where I'm from, hair is just... hair. You can tell if people are related if it's the same color or texture or whatever but it doesn't have anything to do with anybody's roles or whatever.

[ Reynir is perhaps a bit naive about the role that hair does and has played in various social hierarchies, but he is also a sweet and naive farm boy, so perhaps he can be forgiven for this.

He is, however, eager to hear more about Elleru's world, especially since it is sounding more and more unlike his own, and there is still that craving for adventure and tales of far-off lands and customs in him. ]