Oh Rapunzel. If Tammy knew any of this she would be giving you daily head, neck, and back massages. But, barring knowledge of this, she can only guess as to the kind of weightlessness Rapunzel is experiencing; it hasn't occurred to her that the muscles might actually be straining at the lack of weight.

"Mm. I figured this might be about more than just your hair." Tammy thinks for a moment before propping herself against the bed, crossing her feet at the ankles. "Kinda more of a symbolic act than just deciding you didn't want to brush it all again. Though considering how much hair you had, I don't think anyone would have blamed you."

Tammy picks at a piece of fruit before taking a bite and contemplating that last comment of Rapunzel's.

"Why do you think it might not grow back?