"It's alright, really." Persephone tugs free the last of her hair, wincing at the split ends but then scolding herself. She'll just cut it anyways, it's at that impractical length that happens when she looses control of her emotions.

"But some water might be nice." She takes a deep breath, "I do feel like I'm going to get a headache. From the heat." Yes, the heat, right.