He laughed, his shoulder brushing hers. “It’s a pretty old tradition. People don’t really talk about it anymore.”
She frowned and looked down, tugging on her hair. "I don't really want to talk about it. I don't know how to explain it."
He looked down at her, running his fingers through her hair hesitantly. "I don't count. I can't remember it."
He looked down at her, his forehead almost brushing hers. There was a silence before something hardened in his face and he pulled away gently, standing up. "I'm speaking to the Queen later today."
He laughed a little, going over to the other side of the room and leaning back against the bars. "Thanks. Any advice?"