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Hinoka weaves her fingers through Camilla’s hair, surprisingly deft for someone who spends so little time in front of a mirror.
Little sister, Camilla supposes. Older siblings always seem to know how to braid, and the Hoshidan princess was no exception, apparently. Hinoka finishes the braid neatly, and her arm brushes Camilla as she leans forward to reach for a ribbon. She ties it with quick fingers, tugging the silk into a slightly lopsided bow.
Camilla wants to tease her about this, only her mind registers the color and suddenly her mouth has gone dry and her face warms.
Scarlet.
Like Hinoka’s hair.
There is a matching lavender one tied to Hinoka’s wrist, and she grins impishly when she catches Camilla’s eye.
“Now we match.”