[She laughs, but it's not because she's teasing, but because she's pleased, happy for a moment, even with her hair a mess and her hand a mess. She waits as he relaxes.]
My love, you must let go of my hair.
[She says it but there's no irritation in her voice. Her maids will have to do her hair again, but they are discreet; Lucy trusts them. At the moment, she's not worried about that. Instead she wants to come up and hold onto him, to be in love with him.]
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My love, you must let go of my hair.
[She says it but there's no irritation in her voice. Her maids will have to do her hair again, but they are discreet; Lucy trusts them. At the moment, she's not worried about that. Instead she wants to come up and hold onto him, to be in love with him.]