Isaura wasn’t sure where she was going. She had been wandering and stealing the life force of various plants and vegetative life as she made her way through the woods, one of the perks of serving as a walking blood bag for so long is that earned the ability to absorb the life-sustaining force of other living things with a touch and a bit of concentration. She knew she would be approaching the city soon and hated the idea that she would be surrounded by so many people. She supposed that so long as there was no major skew in the emotions of the vast wave of beings that occupied the city than she would be okay. She hoped, at least. 
She tilted her head as she listened for running water to wash her clothes. She estimated that she was about an hour’s walk away from the city. She knew she had no funds to call her own as it were so if she expected to once again get in contact with the Master, she would have to bide her time and made it through the obstacles that faced her in the city. 
Grumbling she walked toward the sound of water. She relaxed her own body and searched for the auras of others might do her harm before disrobing and dipping each article of clothing several times individually, checking for areas of stubborn grime, before moving on to the next. She hung her clothes on some of the various branches that would receive maximum sunlight to aid in the drying before she herself wafted through the waters to rid herself of sweat and dirt. Once feeling sufficiently clean, she removed herself from the waters and found a suitable place to rest and recuperate from the day’s troubling events.