She reached out, catching the moss, and then stood still, looking at it quietly. [i]Moss,[/i] she thought to herself, repeating the word in her mind continuously as she turned to the table where the flowers were. She sat it down, her upper lip twisting a tiny bit at the corner, and she shook her head as she realized how much life had genuinely changed. She plucked the petals from the flowers, and dropped them into the tub before removing her clothes and climbing into the bath. It wasn't steamy hot like back at the castle baths, but the one bucket from over the fire had made the temperature comfortably warm. She relaxed quietly, and then remembered she had no soap either. With a small sigh, she remembered there were apples in her bag, and she remembered how some of the village women used those for soap. She only knew because one of her bath maids had showed her that those and pears could be used for soap, and would leave your skin smelling sweet, while the water in the tub took away the sticky residue from the fruit itself. She reached over, and got her bag from the table, pulling out an apple and a small dagger her father had given her a few years ago during a rebellion against them. She sliced the fruit in half, placing half back in the bag, and then began to wash herself.
 After she was done, she stood up and reached for the moss, and sighed quietly as noticed there was still dirt falling from underneath it. She dipped the moss in the floral and fruit scented bath water, and then twisted it, ringing out all the water from it, so the dirt had been removed from it. Then she dried herself off, and slipped on her pastel lavender night shift, and wrapped her wet hair up in the shawl, which was white with lavender swirls on it. Her small feet were bare, not having any room slippers, another luxury lost to this whole ordeal of the darkness. She was not exactly sure what to do with the bath water, but she did go and hang the damp moss on one of the jagged crystals that jutted out of the upper wall to dry.