Without looking over to confirm it, Marietta could feel her mother's eyes on her. Danielle Edgecombe always kept a very close eye on what her daughter did. Marietta rested her hand on Rolf's shoulder, close to the nape of his neck, her fingers brushing against the slightly too long hair. "You need a hair cut," she commented lightly.
Her smile fell rather quickly. She hadn't intended to rush him out of the country. Marietta wanted him to stay around for a bit, especially with Cho off traveling. She didn't have many friends in the first place and Marietta didn't want the ones she had to go running off. "Well, that's good. You hate it here, I know."