Dendra had spent her rather long shower sitting on the shower's floor and simply enjoying the warm water and the steam wash over her, making the grime and funk simply slide off her. It didn't revitalize her to the same degree that she heard some of her sisters report but it still felt damn good to her pseudo amphibian skin. She caught herself reminiscing of her family, and one again, with head between steam clouds she asked herself if she was willing to go through with this. She was now the Guardian of some kid, but did that entitle her to just up and abandon the town? No, not really, but perhaps this wasn't about that. She had talked so long and hard about leaving and becoming some sort of... star? celebrity? big? that it would just be sad if she didn't leave.  She stood up rinsed off the suds on her body and turned off the shower... No turning back.<br/><br/>Once out she dried herself, dressed, brushed her hair with a cheap plastic pocket comb. Once it was comfortably mop-like she stepped out into the room<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)"> "Ok, I'm done, the bathroom's free but steamy" </span>She said, and looked around, noticed the cracked table and the blood droplets<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Ho-ly shiet, what happened here?!"</span>she said less with concern and more morbid, gossipy curiosity.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Ok, who bitched out who? Shiny-face is not here so I'm guessing that's her blood."</span>