Hm. And since when did I ask your opinions on my hair?

[He keeps his voice low, but the laughter and Yuan's voice combined are likely going to have the others poking their heads in shortly. If Lloyd isn't awake already. Yuan hesitates for a moment or five; but then, after all, why not? The disguise has served its purpose. He pulls the tie from his hair and combs his fingers through it briefly; it brushes a bit past his chin, not to his shoulders, dark and not-quite even. He'd been letting it grow naturally.]

[It's been about fifteen years, he adds mentally, in response to that not-quite-formed question, and turns some of his focus inward. Strip the pigment from his hair, encourage growth...]

[Cerulean falls into his vision. Yuan sighs very softly, collects his hair over his right shoulder and ties it into a neat tail. Braiding it back will wait. He'd have been happy enough just to tie it back, but he's been wearing it braided long enough that now something seems missing.]

[Happy now?]

[It's dry, but gentle for Yuan, like he's concerned.]