[It's about all Illarion can do to resist actually grabbing those twitchy ears, like a cat snatching at a piece of string. Self-control honed over centuries does him in good stead, there. To say nothing of the still-smoldering anger--which gradually gives way as he focuses on his self-assigned task of combing out Nehan's hair without causing the erune any discomfort.
When it finally does come to those ears, though... He tries to catch one and hold it still by cupping his hand around it, without actually grabbing on. Then he v e r y carefully attempts to comb that disordered fur.
This is not one of his areas of expertise, but gods spit on it, he will try.
At least until he drops the comb because he has to hold it at an odd angle, very carefully, while trying not to shiver. He breathes out in an exasperated noise at himself.]
Perhaps I am giving you the comb for this part, before I do your ears any worse hurt.
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When it finally does come to those ears, though... He tries to catch one and hold it still by cupping his hand around it, without actually grabbing on. Then he v e r y carefully attempts to comb that disordered fur.
This is not one of his areas of expertise, but gods spit on it, he will try.
At least until he drops the comb because he has to hold it at an odd angle, very carefully, while trying not to shiver. He breathes out in an exasperated noise at himself.]
Perhaps I am giving you the comb for this part, before I do your ears any worse hurt.