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Soui, who by her own admission was always late to everything, was never late to breakfast. Her parents used to laugh that it was the only time you could almost expect her to be early, and as she enjoyed her morning meal she relished the fact the day was hers to have. Until Pem got hold of her and made her study, anyway, and then study some more and MAYBE, if she was lucky - study.

So for now she took her time eating, enjoying the drink and food probably more than she should have.

The woman who just entered, in Soui's opinon, looked rather sloppy. Like she'd been rushing to get somewhere (the little healer knew that feeling) and had forgotten to take care of herself before she arrived. Being late was never fun and although she appreciated the woman's attempt on arriving in style, it didn't help if you looked fresh from bed. Which, Soui assumed, the red-head likely was.

Having finished her meal with nothing else planned until her shift started in the infirmary, Soui wondered if it would be considered rude of her to help someone out? She didn't recognize the woman, likely due to not being in the Weyr long enough to memorize every face, or that the Weyr was huge, but that didn't stop her from approaching once she'd cleaned her place. "Excuse me, do you....need some help? With your hair."

Maybe she should have cleared her throat, or just not bothered, but Soui wanted to help if she could. Plus, not so secretly, she loved doing hair.

There was absolutely little other in the world that Soui loved more than being able to be of use to someone. Being allowed to help was one of the best feelings in the world, and so when the woman told her that she accepted and appreciated the offer, the little teen was practically on cloud nine. "Then, by your leave."

Carefully positioning herself so she could work and not prevent the woman from eating, she pulled a brush from the satchel she so carefully always had with her. The motto of being prepared (as a healer) had been drilled into her so much she practically never went anywhere without a massive amount of supplies for practically any situation, and today it seemed to pay off. "If I pull too hard or cause you any discomfort, please let me know immediately so I may stop and correct my actions." Soui's words sounded much like what a healer would say, considering she was an apprentice, and with gentle hands she moved to touch the woman's hair.

It wasn't as soft as she expected, though who on Pern would have soft hair? Riders clearly had little time for themselves, and so she didn't need to be judging when her own hair felt like straw on occasion. Still, it was thick and lovely and she did enjoy the feeling of it over her fingers as she debated just what style to do. "You did say a simple braid would suffice, but do you...have anything you need to do today? Like flying practice, or any task where having your hair up and out of the way would be best?" Soui hoped this woman was a rider or else she'd made a fool of herself with that assumption.

Soui was halfway into brushing out the extremely lovely strands of hair before she heard the question, and her cheeks flushed a faint red. "My name is Soui, I'm a healer's apprentice." Nothing of amazing rank and worth, except for the fact that Soui did think that healers were ridiculously amazing and that the Weyr would be lost without them. Dragonriders were maybe a bit above considering they fought Thread and whatnot, but healers did a lot of the heavy lifting too. Still, she was supposed to be focusing on braiding this woman's hair and not dwelling on the fact she needed to go and sort through old salves after this.

A few twists and tugs later, all accompanied by silence as Soui worked, and the braid was done. "Here, what do you think?" The style was simple and lovely, held in place by pins that the teen apparently always carried around with her in her little pouches. "This should be light enough that your head doesn't overheat while working, and close enough to your scalp that you can wear your helmet without discomfort." Her voice held a smug sense of satisfaction to it and truly, Soui was beaming with faint pride.

"I've already eaten but I don't mind sitting with you if it's not a bother." The little healer happily accepted the offer of company, having decided that it was better than whatever else she was supposed to be doing. Early morning chores weren't her thing in the healer infirmary and she wasn't a candidate; apart from her previous thoughts of doing nothing but studying she had entirely too much free time. "And I'm more than happy to help. I do my own hair all the time and sometimes the other healers when they ask, so...." She really did enjoy it. "I like working with my hands. I'm sure if I wasn't a healer I may have become a weaver or something of the sort. My mother always said I have skilled fingers."

It made things like cleaning small jars easier, or sorting, or even sewing. Maybe Soui did just have a good eye for tasks that required more dexterity or maybe she just had more interest. Either way she liked braiding hair. "Does....does your braid feel okay though? I know having the weight difference on your head can be unsettling." Why was she so nervous? Was it because of the actual rope braids on the woman's shoulder she couldn't translate? Perhaps Soui really needed to study on rank knots.