"That's what I'm hoping," said Astrid, with a bit more of a sigh than she would have wanted, but it couldn't be helped. Her shoulders slouched a little as she looked up at Sabine with a faint, hopeless sort of smile. "I'm putting flowing, flaxen tresses into your capable, knowing hands. This is already a pretty big step, though." She laughed a little. "I think you doing it will help prevent me from having to make a step toward something bigger and just getting out a razor and buzzing it all off."