Flattering one second, downright insulting the next. She gave him a look that said as much, and as much as she wanted to stay seated and doze off, she was all too pleased with his offer. Forcing herself to get up, she dragged herself to said barracks. Without much disdain to her surroundings, she practically ripped all her clothes off, abandoning them in a pile as she went to the shower. She'd have to get rid of most of them, she figured; the sewage smell was not one to easily come off. Still, relief came in the form of a cold shower, the water hitting her now aching body. She was somewhat surprised at the many choices of soaps; she assumed he once had guests onboard. Indeed, this ship seemed much too big for just one person.

She ended up washing her hair too, and she emerged from the shower squeaky clean. She took two towels and wrapped one around her body, the other around her hair, and she disposed of her clothes. Her boots were then scrubbed down, and she somehow managed to make them not smell. She credited his soaps again, though now there was the issue of getting more clothes. After poking around, she found a closet full of clothing articles, though was surprised to find both male and female clothing, even underwear. [i]Quite the playboy, aren't we?[/i] She mused mentally. Most of them were rather...revealing, so to speak. While she finally picked [url=http://mirreflections.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/fantasy-dress-2.jpg]one[/url], its length left something to be desired. She also found that either Jaakuna had a thing for supermodels or he wasn't a fan of women with large busts (which was surprising, considering his nature) as, of course, the bust of the dress fit a little tightly, pushing her chest up.

As she studied herself in the mirror, she felt...cheap. Her hair was a mess, her dress was short (very short for her, anyway; most of her dresses ended under the knee) and the way her bust popped out made her look more like someone's lover rather then a Huntress. Still, she was tired, and after stuffing a shirt and pants into her bag, could care less how she looked at the moment.

She would have to enjoy her last taste of freedom. If she had the strength, she would've ran, and ran, and hid somewhere. It was too late now, of course, she knew that as she sank onto the nearest bed. It also happened to be the biggest; she suspected it belonged to Jaakuna. It was also very comfortable, and if not for her thoughts, she would've drifted off into dreamland. But she was truly, genuinely worried. She left home a long time ago, wishing not to be used by her father, who had her as a bargaining chip for the royal family. For ages she was prepped and groomed to wed the son of the Emperor, a man nearly twice her age. Honestly, she loathed it, she hated her father for using her, she hated her mother for letting it happen, she hated her aunt for marrying into the royal family and helping her father, she hated the Empire...she hated everyone.

Emiri buried her face into the pillow, her rage bringing her to tears. She cursed the day she was born, wishing she would've been born normal.

Yes, if she was like everyone else, she wouldn't be in this mess.