[ The revelation of the tattoo is a momentary distraction to Matt. One hand bookmarks his place in the braiding while the other lifts to Tezca's back. A fingertip skirts the edge of one of the sun's rays.

At the notion of a human body being bad enough, Matt chuckles--but the follow-up actually gives him pause for a moment. ]

I don't, exactly, [ he allows, which honestly he probably does not need to say. Comes with the territory, being a human and all. ] But I do have ... a feeling like I know all I need to know, and I'm where I'm supposed to be. Sometimes.

[ Matt is momentarily flummoxed when he returns to his braiding, but after briefly undoing part of the fishtail, he gets back into the rhythm. He's most of the way down by now. Even with mild impairment and the length of Tezca's hair, it's a simple enough pattern. ]