<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Sore Room,<em>Mercy</em><br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Nothing.<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Stripping, and magical grooming.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Doctor Rehner, Zoe, Aloisa<br/><hr/><br/>Corinne joined the huddled mass of girls belowdecks, not quite certain where to settle herself. Zoe and Michelle huddled on the sailcloth left little room for a third, and so Corinne stood somewhat awkwardly. Still, it was worth reaching out to a fellow woman of learning. "Dr. Rehner," she said. "I have some experience with alchemy. While my supplies were aboard the<em>Charlotte</em>when it sank, I am happy to put my talents at your service, should you require them."<br/><br/>At the instruction to strip, something odd came over Corinne. The rational side of her knew that she could dry herself with a wave of her hand, yet she found she didn't want to. Indeed, she cast her robe aside with brazen eagerness. With a strange sense of confidence, she maneuvered next to Zoe in the ensuing huddle.<br/><br/><em>Now</em>was the time for a little magic. She ran her fingers through her hair, weaving some minor magic into the action. In one single sweep her dark tresses fell into perfect order, full and flowing, the knots and tangles entirely smoothed away. She sighed with relief.<br/><br/>"I feel so much better," she said, and reached up to brush a stray lock from Zoe's face. "Would you like me to do yours?"