[ Honir follows in step behind her as she walks through the shop, smiling and waving at every native human that catches his eye.

(There are most certainly some she can take as well.)

He listens closely when she speaks, dazzled and a little dazed from keeping up with her pace. ]

Ooh, something like this?

[ He offers her what looks more like a comb than a hairpin, but it is made of a wiry, twisted tree with strands of leaves or birds trailing from the branches. ]

Although I don't really know how you're supposed to pin something to hair, how do you keep it from hurting your head?