At the mention of wanting to be special, Keiji understood that. He didn't think any less of her for it either, it was a great aspiration to want to be different! "That's not a bad thing Ami, I completely get it. Your hair is just as much an expression of you as your clothing or personality. You should be able to do whatever you like with it that makes you feel whole.", smiling at her a genuine kind smile he shifted a little in his seat.
Watching her get a little flushed in appearance, he started to wonder if maybe she wasn't good for staying in the water for hours like him. A personal training of his to withstand the desert in the future when his job would inevitably take him there, as they had the largest population of rogue's so far. It was probably a natural byproduct of their stricter lifestyle. As the woman turned away from him slightly he became a little worried, did he do something wrong?
And then it happened as she tried to stand and began to fall almost immediately thereafter, plunging towards the steamy depths of the hot springs. With sudden and swift action he was right by her side, holding her up and out of the water partially, his left arm under her neck and around her left arm, and his right arm under her knees. Decency thrown to the wind as he rose from the waters with her in his arms. His body was pressed against her to an extant as he carried her, keeping her supported, "Ami! Are you okay?".
He carried her out of the water and made his hair grow once more, becoming long enough to grab his yukata and place it on his body loosely, as well as hold her bag and supplies with the strengthened tendrils. Rushing towards his home with the passed out woman, he entered into a large clan compound that seemed more like a martial temple, covered in cherry blossom trees, plum trees, and koi ponds. The Zen inspiring appearance of the grounds was important to the clan and cared for over many generations.
He would rush past the various other clan members and attendants as he went to the far back of the estate and into what was presumably his room. A fairly standard oriental bedroom with a full sized futon style bed, several weapons displayed on one wall, a Buddha statue on the other wall, and a training dummy in the center of the room. Looking down at his human parcel he spoke again, "Why don't you recover here Ami. You should be more careful, if I wasn't there you could have been a goner!", he remained there looking down into her face, wanting to make sure she was okay before he let her down.