"You could untie it, if you needed it. I just don't want to let people use it against you," Tim said as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He didn't want to make it harder to heal herself, but the logical part of his brain was against this.

He sighed. "Okay, fine. We won't tie it up, but we carry it until we split up. I don't like having it drag out behind us like a trail of bread crumbs."

Tim looked around, trying to figure out where and how he'd feel safe leaving Rapunzel behind. "Where have you been hiding until now?"