As soon as her hair is freed, Ness darts away from the griffon, head low lest he be enticed away from the fish again. She waits anxiously for a moment until she's sure that Artie isn't going to come back for her before turning to her rescuer.

"Thank you, I didn't know how I was going to get out of that," she says, running her hand through her hair, trying to set it to rights.

I'd ask how my hair looks, she thinks, but she doesn't look much like the kind of person who'd care. I'll just have to make sure I get to the baths straight away.