I strip down to my camisole and drawers and begin washing as well pulling out a small bar of lilac scented soap and bend over to wash my hair as well as the golden curls are now quite matted with blood I then look over self conscious of my wet sheered cloths and smile softly, "here is the soap be sure to wash up well with out shame. I will go to the other side of that tree to put on try cloths and trim my skirts." I then step out of the water my wet cloths clinging to me and go to the trees to change and put my hair up again like a proper lady.