[ Saying very little, Rapunzel nods, first at the spelling, and then at the more difficult inquiry about her hair. Her eyes remain focused on the computer screen as it runs through the database, searching for a name that may or may not even be there. Given her hair, and the story of the flower before her, Rapunzel doesn't actually know how old Gothel is.
Still not looking at Dick, she speaks. ]
My hair...is magic. I can use it to heal. To restore youth. She took me so that she could stay young and strong.
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Still not looking at Dick, she speaks. ]
My hair...is magic. I can use it to heal. To restore youth. She took me so that she could stay young and strong.