"Simply try not to tug and all should be well." He sat up as best he could, long hair damp at his nape and temples from sweat- he'd have to oil it when he bathed next but tangles aside? It was as silken and fine as it'd ever been. Though were he to peer closely and comment upon such things Michel may notice the odd stray hair that is paler still than the rest.

The odd white hair from age and stress.

"You are doing quite well for someone that is new to this." He murmured, drifting a little in the familiar, soothing sensation.