Sakura bit her lip, flinching as she tugged the brush through her hair; it was ridiculous, she thought, that the sting of pulling at the knots bothered her so when her broken wrist was throbbing in its cast.

A soft touch on her hand made her jump, and she looked up, fingers loosening on her brush only to have it plucked from her grip with a gentle squeeze to her shoulder.

"Let me help." Kakashi said, settling down behind her, and Sakura tensed, wincing, only to be surprised as he separated her hair and gripped it above the brush, working it through easily - and without the eye-watering smarting she'd inflicted on herself.