She went back to the stream, gathering another bucket, and came once again to the cave and poured it into the tub. She left once more, knowing this would be the final trip to the stream in order to fill the bath, and she paused on her way back, picking up some wild flowers by the base of the mountain. Some were white, and small, while the others were long stemmed and fell in blue long petals downward, almost a purple. She made her way back to the cave, and went to the fire, and hung the bucket over it on one of the several wooden spit fires above it, so it would heat but be far enough so as the wooden bucket didn't catch fire. She picked up her little bag, and carried it back to the bath chamber with the flowers she had picked. She sat them down on the little table she had noticed in the chamber earlier, and then opened her bag. She pulled out a nightshift and a shaw, and then looked around for a towel. Then she slowly came to the realization that there may not be any towels, that maybe that was a luxury as well, but she still figured she would ask. 
 As she came back to the fire pit, she cautiously took the bucket of hot water down, and called out, not seeing him, "Gryson? Do you happen to have any towels?", and then headed back to the bath chamber and poured the war water into the bathtub while she waited for his reply.