There's almost a moment of panic, and her song falters, when he starts to pull at her hair - would he try to cut it now? What if she'd made a mistake?
She'd healed him, that was a valuable thing in a place like this, what if that means he tries to use her? To take her hair whether she'd come or not?
But he's not. He's spreading her hair across her. So she might as well keep on singing.
"Heal what has been hurt Change the fates design Save what has been lost Bring what once was mine
What once was mine."
It's like water, it's pure relief - not quite everything is fixed, but so much is. Rapunzel feels closer to how she used to be than she has in days. It makes her hesitant, and she hesitates as she slowly pushes herself up on her hands as the light in her hair begins to fade.
No one but Mother had ever known about this, at least not as long as she could remember. Which meant, now, there was the question of how he would react.
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There's almost a moment of panic, and her song falters, when he starts to pull at her hair - would he try to cut it now? What if she'd made a mistake?
She'd healed him, that was a valuable thing in a place like this, what if that means he tries to use her? To take her hair whether she'd come or not?
But he's not. He's spreading her hair across her. So she might as well keep on singing.
"Heal what has been hurt
Change the fates design
Save what has been lost
Bring what once was mine
What once was mine."
It's like water, it's pure relief - not quite everything is fixed, but so much is. Rapunzel feels closer to how she used to be than she has in days. It makes her hesitant, and she hesitates as she slowly pushes herself up on her hands as the light in her hair begins to fade.
No one but Mother had ever known about this, at least not as long as she could remember. Which meant, now, there was the question of how he would react.