â€œPolite, I guess you do have some decent mannerism's left." She glared at him for that one, â€œIâ€™m not some kind of rich girl or anything. Manners are not really needed when your craftsmanship can talk for you.â€ Her father had said that she was always as rough as a blank for a sword. She sighed making herself calm down as he introduced himself. She just nodded and took a bite of some bread, "You did very well out there, today. Much better than yesterday..." She looked a little annoyed at this, â€œI have a feeling all your compliments are going to come with a downside.â€ She watched him as he drew another bath and went about moving the couch, â€œLook, Nothing against you, but take a bath... Blood makes me sick..." She looked down at herself and seeing the blood on her she agreed, but really she was uncomfortable with him being in the room, â€œThis is so stupid. Why canâ€™t I have my own room again?â€ She glared at the back of his head as he sat down on the couch.<br/><br/>She got up and went over to the bath and turned the water off before the tub was too full, â€œDonâ€™t get any funny ideas about looking at me or I will find a way to kill you with an apple.â€ She threatened and began to strip off her bloody clothes. She watched him just in case to make sure he did not peek before she got into the tub. The warm water felt great against her skin and she could not help but let out a happy sigh. She just wanted to sink into the water and relax for hours but she did not trust Theraida. So instead of soaking she scrubbed the blood and dirt from her skin and rinsed her hair out. She begrudgingly left the water and dried herself off before grabbing a change of clothes that were on the floor by the basket. Still no shirt for Theraida though. She just shrugged and changed into the clothes, â€œThere Iâ€™m dressed. You are free to look around the room again. She sat down at the table again and tried her best to dry her hair.<br/><br/>â€œSo, they really like seeing you shirtless.â€ She commented idly as she looked out the window, wistfully wishing she were anywhere but here, She sighed and looked around the room laughing lightly, â€œWell look at that. No mirrors. Cowards!!â€ She yelled the last words at the door before standing up. She went over and picked up that bone that Theraida threw and started to grind it against the stone windowsill to make it into a point.