Justin
Amalthea Victor 
Zahrada, Astoria 

Few would have the displeasure to know how Amalthea had been treated first hand. But, on the same end, no one had the delight in experiencing what she was going through. Many royals may bring in their whores for the uttermost sensations of bliss, but Amalthea was receiving it by a simple bath. For any normal person of no significant background, she may have seemed a bit dramatic but she did not have a single care about any one else's opinions. 

The tears continued to for a but longer before she was eventually reassured. The light pressure that Anya applied to her skin easily removed the layer of grime that plagued her both. She could honestly say no more; she was content with laying in place, allowing herself to be cleaned of the filth that had cursed her health and body for so long. The only thing even reminiscent of words were the haggard sighs of relief she released as further scoops of water were poured.
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Bath Houses Astoria

She continued her work, eventually stepping away from the waters to retrieve a washcloth. When she returned, she used it with the lightest touch so the fabric wouldn't be too abrasive on her skin. 

She cleaned her arms and legs, before finally pulling the shreds of cloth over her head to clean the rest of her. Bones protruded just about everywhere, and she made a mental count of all the wounds she saw that would need Dayveth 's touch to heal. 

When finally she was finished, the waters were murky, something that usually only happened after the recruits had a hands on training session in the woods. She'd seen men come back with sticks and leaves in their beards, covered completely in mud from wrestling an opponent. She guided Amalthea down fully into the waters, and took a seat on the step so she could support her head as she washed away several months of sweat and blood from her hair.
Justin
Her body remained limp, guided only by Anya's movements as she was bathed. She may not have had the mindset and sharp wit that she once possessed, or at least for now, but she was not a vegetable either. She could think. Make observations.

"I'm a wretch.." She admitted blankly to Anya as she felt her fingers snake through her hair. 

Her eyes remained closed, not wanting to damage her vision, which was probably the most healthy function that her body could continuously perform.

"I'm... Nothing now..." She added. 

But she finally added one last question. One that would be of major importance for Amalthea and Anyanka both:

"What happened to me..?"
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Bath Houses,Astoria

It was a loaded question, and Anya's fingers in the matted hair hesitated. She could tell the truth, that Amalthea had murdered her nephew, and had spent the last year in the dungeons for spilling the blood of a boy who had done nothing wrong. 

She could lie, and say she'd been ill, and the tortures she'd endured were the figment of delusional fever dreams. 

Or she could tell her a half truth, something not quite whole and not really a lie but an omission. 

Anya resumed her fingers through the woman's hair. "What do you remember?" She asked carefully, finally getting her fingers to move through a particularly nasty knot.
Justin
Amalthea Victor
Bathing Houses, Astoria 
The question probed the broken women's mind, sending her brain down a path of remembrance. 

"Pain.." 

"That man..."

Of course this was obvious. She could quite easily recall the constant beatings, bruising, and even penetrations from the guards, who were permitted to have their fill of the woman all from the insistence of that one man.

"You... Were... Being held..." 

Flashes of the trial reached back to her. She did not know why nor did it seem she could remember that it was in fact she who had called her to it. The insistent yelling of men as Anyanka looked on. 

"I was looking for you..."

Perhaps this was the close to the most dangerous thing she could recall. She could remember her return to Astoria, but not why nor what she also did whilst there.
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Bath Houses, Astoria

"That's all behind us now," Anya assured her. "There were some awful things that have happened in our past, but we're past it now." She shifted the woman, helping her sit up. 

"Harmattan won't hurt you anymore, I'll see to that personally." Anya gave a small smile, but it faded quickly. 

"I'll help you get back home, you and Robyn both. But you have to want me to help you."