It is... [ again, struggling for words, fingers hesitating, caught between the small gestures he makes when he speaks. this isn't nearly as taboo as it might be, if abelas were not so easily swept into the same social category as an elfling who needed to be made aware of efforts ]. a social activity. One might comb with one's patrol-mates, to better understand one another.

[ and now maybe it makes sense why it bothers him that solas is shorn. how are they to have any meaningful friendship if they can't have this very shared elven experience? thranduil laces his fingers together, raises a brow. ]

He seems set in his ways. If he is in Skyhold, he is in the rotunda, eating, or sleeping. [ which he knows for reasons, most being that he can see solas go about his day from where thranduil sits in the library. ] What, exactly, are your questions?