She shook when the girl's thick braid was laid in her hand. Christ. She shook a little as she reached down to undo the tie at the end. "Here," she slowly unbraided her hair, her fingers carefully stroking the girl's throat before she leaned in to kiss her again.
This was foolish and she'd end up losing her job, but they were in a war and any moment to help make things a little less horrible was worth having. She kept kissing the girl softly as she undid her hair, her other hand moving to her hip. She waited until Padma was breathless before catching her hair in her hand and tugging it back so that she could kiss a line down her throat.