Shiny is certainly one way to describe her. Oh, but she's wanted to do this ever since speaking to him on his porch! Zelda can't help but compare herself to a symbiote mentally, grooming a much larger and extremely ferocious creature who puts up with it simply because it's too much of a hassle to take care of things himself. Her silk gloves come off for the job since she's quite certain she'd never get the oil stains out. They're left at the bank with her heels. Thankfully she hadn't worn a full length dress today, it hits just a couple inches below her knees instead of dragging the floor like usual.

"Hold still, then."

With that, she begins the daunting task of untangling his hair from the bottom up. She's extremely gentle, not wanting to tug and rile him up accidentally.