Erin nods. "It wouldn't do to make Miss Fio sad. I think I'll uh. Ask for help back down into the fog, but..."

She unwraps the napkin from around her hair and fluffs that hair with her hands; it's already dry and perfect again, long for her body and bright blonde.

"...If you wanted to touch my tiny head I'm willing to roll the dice between wanting you to do that and being scared to even try."