Giving her a rather strained smile in return, Sonja nods at her words. "Don't hurry on my account, I doubt I will be able to put any food in my stomach this morning. You should take your time to eat." That said Sonja begins the sometimes arduous process of washing her hair, wetting the dark strands thoroughly. She would not give up this simple luxury, and she is glad that the maid had not insisted on doing it herself.