If I ever see another elf I will let them know that the mighty Set thinks we should not exist. [Her tone is perhaps a bit too cheerful as she replies, not bothering to look at him but still admiring the creatures of the nile and everything else new and interesting that caught her eye.

Her nose does wrinkle at the idea of insects living in hair.]

I assume these are not pretty things like butterflies. My hair goes past my backside when it is unbraided. I have never put much thought into why it sometimes grows and does not. Though I suppose if I sang to it it would grow.