"M'hair's not fearing anything," he protests half-heartedly, even as he lets her lead him away to the sofa, which he gently urges her to sit on. "M'just—practicing colours." It's an excuse and an effort to change his hair back to a solemn auburn. Stay. Any slip of concentration and it may go back to an alarming orange but he's doing a good job of it.
"So what's going on, then? You're sure things're okay?"