[Elizabeth stays still as Rosalind finishes the bow and starts pinning the rest of her hair back, frowning as she tries to figure out what this has to do with Rosalind pinning her hair back now. She might not even be around fire very much, and ever since cutting most of her hair off she wasn't in quite as much danger of setting her hair on fire as Rosalind might have been.]

[Maybe it was more of a metaphor then...]

So... you're saying that if I become too engrossed in one thing, I won't notice my hair's caught fire? So to speak?