It's supposed to be. Maybe it'll make him stop asking questions long enough for her to ignore the issues at hand so she can trim those scraggly ends of his. Though ignoring things never make them go away, it'll be doubtful if her sleep gets any better.

"Just tell me what you want me to do," Felicia answers softly as she guides his head with one hand and combs through with the other. Time to get back to work.