Anastasia looked up at the Chef when he asked if she would like for him to take away the plates. It was strange, the previous night with her being ill, she hadn't the chance to experience someone taking away her plate. That had always been her job at home. She nodded, "Um... Yes, please... Thank you, Eric..."

She smiled as looked down at Melor, who was happily knowing away at the piece of meat. She sighed a little and sat back in her seat, "This is all.... So strange...."

After a moment of just sitting there, she stood, "Bathing.... That was the next on our list," her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at him, "You are probably fine to go off somewhere... unless your supposed to sit outside the door.... like you were this morning.... Um... Do as you wish or as you normally do... Ya...." She turned and Melor stood, his mainly devoured piece of meat in his mouth, and followed her. They walked to her room where she was met by Millie and Arabella. She smiled at them both, "Samsul says I need to bathe."

Millie looked at Samsul in a shock before smirking a little and taking the girl's arm, "Sure thing, we'll run a bath immediately."