My grimoire lifted from the desk and floated over to us. It held itself up where I could grab the hilt of my dagger. In a swift motion, I unsheathed it and gently handed it to her. "When you feel safe enough, cut a couple strands of your hair. Ensure you feel safe and take your time. I will be here, for any words of encouragement. But I can’t be the one to take your hair. Don’t force yourself."