She lets the hair drop back down. (In general it's braided such that it's pulled back tightly from the living side of her face and loosely on the left.)

"Bleßun." she says softly, drawing a little run in the air between them. She's nothing at all like a peace goddess, but a little bit of extra help tends not to get backs up.

And if he gets pissy, eh, like she hasn't dealt with that before? "I can still be sorry."