Saphira sighs, rolling her eyes. "Go clean yourself up," She replies gently. "And please, use the gold for yourself. Thanks for the gesture, but I like real flowers. Now please, go enjoy the rest of the day." She closes the door, and decides to tell the guards to not let anyone disturb her. She sighs loudly, returning to what she was doing. She takes off the towel around her body and off her hair to start brushing it. She settled on just some plain, but elegant curls for her hair.