"Yes! Thank you." She finished scrubbing her face, the rag now heavily stained with gore. She thought for a moment, then turned away. "Give me a shout once Korick gets underway, I'm going to head to the lakeside, try and clean up my armor before we head out. I'd prefer not to walk into this village looking like a murderous savage." She beat her retreat, putting actions to words and feeling far more embarrassed than her little verbal flub would warrant, stepping up to the lakeside and speaking the word of release for her armor, removing the breastplate and beginning to scrub off the viscera. Mercifully the blood hadn't gotten under the armor, the black gambeson she wore under it unstained. So it was just her trousers she would have to replace, wonderful.

She removed the greave from her previously injured leg and drew her dagger, beginning to cut away the thick woolen hose underneath. She could improvise padding for her lower leg later if necessary, for now she'd rather not have the permanent stink of goblin blood slowly rotting into her clothes. She removed the stained cloth and cast it aside, then began buckling her armor back on.