Zelos kinda wishes he could see the haircut, but without any reflective surfaces around and with their current hurry, he's shit out of luck for that. Well, at least Lloyd says it'll work. Guess he'll hold onto that.

Lloyd turns back to grab his pack, so Zelos busies himself with grabbing his cloak and getting ready to hit the road again. It already feels weird to not have the bulk of his hair flowing about, following his every movement, and the lack of its weight is downright disconcerting. But, he notes, the soft spring breeze hitting his neck in the heat of the afternoon is a godsend, so he'll make do. And it's not like it's permanent, for crying out loud. It'll grow eventually.

"Well, thanks for the haircut!" Zelos remembers his manners, looking back at Lloyd with a grin. "Now let's get going again. I'd like to find a mirror as soon as possible."