[ He casts about, looking for something like a towel (sorry not sorry for going through your things, sad knight), and finally returns to brush the snow from Archer's shining armor and dry his hair. All the while, he's talking and fussing, as if to a child. ]

My, your armor will rust if you leave it like that, didn't anyone tell you? Aiyaaah, your hair, what a mess it is!

[ He made it a mess, with the towel. He tosses it aside, and combs through Archer's long locks with his fingers. ]

How did it get to be so red? It's like a chrysanthemum, or or a maple leaf, or... or...

[ what's something red that covers a person's head? ]

...or a wedding veil! Haha! That's just what it is, your very own wedding veil!