Now that Ailsa's back was facing her, Nora got the chance of taking a better look at the purple thing in her hair, although she still couldn't recognize it, whatever it was. "Don't worry," she tried to encourage the girl while taking a clean napkin, "it's not much." In fact, it didn't take her long to remove all the... stuff that was stuck in her braid.

"Uhm... earlier... at the feast?" Maybe Nora didn't remember well. But... no. "You mentioned someone throwing a cauldron cake at you? Remember?" Yup, that had to be it. "There, it's all gone." The purple thing, she meant. "I'd wash my hair if I were you though, just in case." But she was probably going to do that, anyway.