Glinda, way too concerned with her precious gown by now to care about festivals, glamorous dinners or even privacy - or Elphaba's worries about privacy. She nodded her okays, her mind already somewhere else - by her precious, stained dress, and disentangled herself from Elphaba completely.<br/><br/>She slipped out of her once-clean dress and poured water into the bowl that supposedly was serving as a sink. Standing there in only bra, shoes and short, frilly underwear, she turned the cold rain water into grayish slush and wondered whether that would do any good to the dress or make everything considerably worse. Possibly, the gown was forever ruined and her heart felt a little heavy at the possibly loss. She had really liked it, like all of her wardrobe. And even if she could have infinite new ones, she loved every single one as a personal, special item.<br/><br/>At least her white bra and white panties had been left clean. She kneeded the cloth a little, awkwardly, for she had little experience with clothes-cleaning and then pulled it out to rinse it in fresh water. Eventually hung it over a lonely box to dry. In the darkness, it was hard to see what color it bore now - white or gray? - or whether the shadows on it were made of slushed ash or just shadows and seams. She wouldn't see the damage until the next day and closer inspection proved itself to be hopeless for the arrival at a definite conclusion.<br/><br/>It was only then that she realized how near-naked she was and crossed her arms nonchalantly, sinking onto yet another box. "Uh.... good thing it is so warm in here..." she commented, feeling a tinge of - what was this? - shyness?!