He smiled. "Indeed not. Clean slaves are good slaves." He stepped out of the tent and stoked the fire to make breakfast. He looked over at the pond quickly. All he could see was her head, and her hair floating in the water. He smiled, then looked down, not wanting her to catch him watching. She'd probably think he'd watched her get undressed. He put on some fish, humming as he cooked. "I'll bathe after you," he told her, projecting his voice so she could hear.