"What does-" Before she could finish her question Iridia had already flown over to the unsuspecting Dwarf. He was out before he ever knew what hit him. "Oh." She quietly said cluing it. Then a smile crossed her face as she ran up closer to Iridia, fishing through her own stiff for her hairbrush. "Alright. I will take the hair and you take the beard?" She suggested already struggling to pull the comb through the dwarfs short but thick hair, all the while contemplating what she might do with his hair once it was brushed out.