"Yes, somehow or other, the name of my reclusive guest reached me." Yumeiko watched as Miyuki finally pulled herself up, only [i]after[/i] being excavated. As the bedding fell away, Yumeiko restrained the sharp breath she took and busied herself with coming down from the bed.

It was short! And lacy! She couldn't let anyone else in here to see Miyuki like this, absolutely not. She had worked hard to maintain an air of dignified grace. That meant a certain sacred professionalism. Modes-

Mm! [i]Modesty![/i]

Her eyes darted away from the woman and out to the mess. "I have the time. The crew will take care of any maintenance or repairs I cannot complete by communing with the ship. I do [i]not[/i] have time to do your cleaning. Er..." Yumeiko watched the [i]centuries-old woman[/i] fold her dirty clothes as though to put them away. "M.."

No, no, it couldn't be. "Miyuki, that's been worn, right? We have machines for washing, though I think you'll have to do the process more than once to get through all this. You don't have a basket or a hamper or-..."

Yumeiko began to fear what she was realizing about Miyuki. "Miyuki, you wouldn't, perchance, be accustomed to... servants?" Already, she was reaching through the ship to summon servitor drones. The shrine, itself, didn't have any, but there were access corridors to let the roughly spherical, floating utility nodes in from the surrounding vessel. As she summoned them, she held her own hand out with the palm down. A hamper of hardlight would form under her palm, which would present itself to Miyuki for her to deposit her laundry. The drones would come and form containers for the rest of her rubbish, though neither Yumeiko nor her drones would yet move to do the cleaning for her.