But that seemed to have completed her ablution, and the Reverend Sister smiled, leading Honour towards the triple-arched portal. Anonymous joined her moments later, his wet feet slapping noisily against the tiles. None of the Lunars seemed to have needed washing; it was obviously a ritual cleaning rather than a physical one. After all, on the way over there from the Grand Hall of Stars, their hooves would have stepped in the same things as hers.