Abby doesn't have any hair to braid at all but she's more than happy to sit and listen to story time, slowly cracking her knuckles, hands gathered in her lap. She thinks the last person who braided her hair was maybe Derrica; she fed a ribbon into it. Abby still has it, a bright yellow skein, but now she uses it as a bookmark.

"Is it?" In response to Clarisse. "I've never dreamed about it."

... Though, in fairness, having big, dreamy, future plans always feels weird when you're living in an apocalypse but even here, in Thedas, she's not thinking about it. But maybe Gwenaëlle did. "What was your wedding like?"