[ Adra's eartips turn red. Daisy-chains, for his hair?

Truth be told ... he's not opposed. And it's infinitely preferable to them continuing to clamber all over him mindlessly (or her, for that matter). ]

Well! What good little finders you are.

[ He hands one of the kids a brush, and bows his head. ]

If you're going to make me pretty, you'll have to smooth out the rough spots first. Try not to yank too much out of my scalp, okay? I'm a very sensitive man.