Nodding slightly, still not wishing to impede the maid's work, Sonja listens as Ursa speaks pretty much her same thoughts on the situation. It was a little comfort, hearing her opinions spoken aloud, and seemed to agree wtih her, though Ursa had no clue what she was agreeing with.<br/><br/>Renewed vigor is shown as she finishes washing her limbs, a sigh is given at the other woman's hands at her hair. It is good to get the dirt off, and having someone else fuss over her is not too bad of a change, for a short while at least. "No. It may look nice, but I am not there to impress anyone. I am already being forced to dress in a strange fashion for myself, I will keep my old hair style thank you." To be honest, Sonja is secretly vain about that one thing. Otherwise it would be just easier to hack it off, she simply could not bring herself to do that.<br/><br/>She waits for the maid to finish combing her hair so that she could lift herself a bit out of the tub to wash her body proper, and be finished with this morning ritual.