[ Jae-ha's fingers are in Adra's hair, but he can practically feel the heat radiating off those ears. It's immensely cute, but given that Adra seems to have had enough embarrassment for one day (it's probably still a trying notion to stay where he is, given how uncomfortable he looked), he doesn't remark on it. Instead, he separates his hair into sections. ]

And yet, the gods of this world decided to summon you, and from the looks of things, [ He hasn't seen another elf among their ranks ] Only you. There has to be some reason for that, don't you think?

[ Perhaps Adra was special in ways beyond superficial beauty, but even if they were summoned here completely by random chance, he's already seen the care the other man extends to complete strangers, to people crying out for help. Beauty wasn't limited to nice hair and well-defined features.

Adra may be slinking down in his chair, but Jae-ha feels at peace, doing this favor for him. He opens a drawer-- here, the women keep all sorts of colorful accessories. There are feathers, and beads, and even fully adorned tiaras (wouldn't that be a sight to behold?), but his eyes are drawn to the flowers.

Red orchids, and perhaps something else, later. He sets a few aside and begins to slowly braid, shifting each section with care not to accidentally pull or tangle. ]

Silvermoon. Is that the name of your country, your kingdom? What is it like?