It was the first bit of true kindness she'd seen since the Baronet's appearance in the fields the day before, and her tightly drawn composure cracked a little with a ghost of a smile, and tears springing anew in her eyes. "Oh... gods bless you," she whispered, taking the rag with trembling hands and going to the bucket in the corner. With every step, she could feel the Baron's work - her back stung, and his spend was thick and sticky now between her thighs.<br/><br/>There she washed first, dipping the clean rag into the water bucket and soaking it, before drawing it a long swip ebetween her legs, wishing there were a way she could as easily rid herself of the memory of his thin body there, or the maddened elf-woman's hand.