Shen Yuan combs Magnus' hair out, running it through his fingers a little, then divides it in half. He can't get as fancy with it as Magnus had, but he does know how to do french braids on someone else's head--he is resisting, as hard as he can, thinking any harder about his meimei--so he gives him two, like pigtails. It doesn't take long, but the silence while he does it is comfortable. "There," he says, when he's finished. "How's that?"