[ Reynir is not always patient, but this is nowhere near the first time he has taught someone to do something challenging and tactile. So he has no expectation that Elleru will get it right away, and he's happy to take as long as she needs. When she says it is difficult, Reynir nods emphatically. ]

It is. And I've been doing it my whole life, so don't feel bad if it takes a few tries, alright? Once you have those three strands, you take them like this...

[ He actually just turns around, so she can watch the back of his head, how he is holding the thirds of his hair between his fingers. Slowly and deliberately, he goes through the motions to demonstrate braiding, tucking his hair into a neat three-strand. He gets a foot or so down before he stops, pulling it all out and beckoning her: ]

Here, practice on me, okay? It's much easier on someone else. Once you do it on other people a few times, it'll be easier once you start trying on your own head.

[ And he sits, hair down and unseparated once more, waiting for her to do her worst. He won't mind a bit of tugging or tangling. Reynir loves his hair, but he isn't completely precious about it unlike a certain Swede he knows. ]