After he was gone, she waited a bit to see if he would come back. When he did not, she carefully undressed, having to pull her arms inside the dress first and THEN lift it off with her good arm. The rest was easy enough though. She held the purse for a moment considering what to do with it. The fact was if he'd wanted to steal it he could have... Perhaps he wasn't after money after all. What DID he want then? He hadn't looked at her in a lustful way or stuck around or come back now that she was undressed. Of course she looked like a horror at the moment, but still. She couldn't fathom what he got from helping her. 

The answers would come later though.

She picked up the rag he'd left behind and wiped herself off as much as she could before getting in the water. But the water still clouded in a way that turned her stomach. Who wanted to bathe like this? It was disgusting! But this water had been heated for her and it felt amazing. Furthermore, although the tub was probably modestly sized for him it wasn't too squeezed for her. She sank as much of her body under the water as she could and eventually moved her legs out of the way to sink her head and shoulders under too. But as she did she was reminded of her missing hair. It was just unavoidable at that moment since it was the first time she'd ever put her head underwater without hair. She shot back upwards and then looked at her reflection in the water. There it was again. It would all grow back... But it looked and felt so permanent now. 

Finally alone and safe, she did cry. 

It didn't give her much time to look around or think about the man. But she noticed she was in a workshop while getting out and getting dressed. She picked a beige shirt... didn't he ever wear colors? And the pair of pants that seemed cleanest. But honestly, without the knowledge that they HAD been laundered, she fretted over the cleanliness of all of it. Then again... look at what she HAD been wearing... She didn't even know where those clothes had come from. They were on her when she woke up. Out of the castle, out of the kingdom, out of everything she'd ever known.

But that was a bad road to go down right now. 

She put the purse in the pocket of these pants and walked out. She looked around a bit and followed the sound of singing, a song she did not know. When was the last time she'd sung anything? Much longer than the last time she'd heard singing, for sure. She had people to do that for her. But his singing seemed to be an expression of content as he worked, not for entertainment. Strange...

She looked over the meager offerings he'd cooked. But the past few weeks... months? had changed her in at least one way now. It actually looked like a feast. Her stomach growled loud and long and a blush seemed to blossom all the way to her scalp.