<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">She couldn't help it, at seeing the thwap of the cane on Clay's head she let out a giggle trying and failing to hide her amusement of the older woman's greeting. She blushed and started in surprise as the older woman's attention was switched from Clay to her and her choice of clothing. "Oh please don't blame Clay for my state of dress, this outfit was purely by choice" she started explaining hoping to defined Clay slightly.  She smiled back at the woman before letting the smile fall and her eyes go wide at the mention of a bath. It wasn't that she didn't want one she just didn't want this sweet woman to think of her as her own people did, that and she knew with every new person that knew her secret the less likely she'd be able to hold onto her freedom. She was gently lead towards the back by the woman before she could protest and the net thing she knew she was in the back with Clay out of sight.<br/>
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Phoenix was surprised to see the girl and blushed more as the two women talked about her as if she weren't there. "I-I-It's Nix, my name is ..." she stammered starting to protest not sure if it would do anything in how the two woman saw her without sharing a background she'd rather pretend never happened. She watched the new girl leaving confused to what the look of concern was that was on her face before turning to look at Abigail.  "Ma'am I don't want you to think the worst of Clay...He's um... helping me ... He's been quite kind to me" she stammered not wanting him to get into trouble because of her or even get angry with her for letting the two women think the worst. She told Abigail what she felt she could hoping that she wouldn't have to get into more detail, though unless the seamstress left her alone while she bathed Nix had the suspicion she would have to trust the woman to keep her secret and hope she'd agree with Clay in allowing her, her freedom.  <br/>
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She looked behind her towards the voices of the woman, Izzy, and Clay hearing the happiness in their greeting and envying them the feeling. She quickly shook the thought from her mind and looked back at Abigail and let her eyes move over the elder woman's face, biting her bottom lip worrying at it slightly.  "Ma'am I am no... Can I trust you?" she asked deciding that,  if Clay brought her here for clothes it must have meant that he trusted this Abby woman, right? That's how normal human relationships work didn't it?   With the possibility that Abigail would soon see her in her 'demonic' form there was only one thing Nix could do but warn the woman  of what she might see.  It was the least she could do, taking into consideration the fear from the castle she once called home.  She doubted Clay would keep to their terms if she ended up hurting or  worse killing her by accident from fright. </span></span>