Naev leaned down and began unlacing Mia`s boots. Mia yelped, tucked them underneath her. The woman reached for the ties on Mia`s shirt, and Mia slapped her hands away, backing off across the bed with her own hands raised.
"Now, look here..."
"She must undress."
"You really picked the wrong girl. And most people offer a drink first."
Naev put her hands on her hips. "She must bathe before she meets the Ministry. If Naev may speak plain, sh reeks of horse and excrement, her hair is greasier than a Liisian sweetbreaad, and she is painted in dried blood. If she wishes to attend her baptism into the Blessed Lady`s congregation looking like a Dweymeri savage, Naev suggest she saves herseда the pain and simply step off the Sky Altar now."
"Wait..." Mia blinked. "Did you say bath?"
"...Naev did."
"With water?" Mia was up on her knees, hands clutched at her breast. "And soap?"
The woman nodded. "Five kinds."
"Maw`s teeth," Mia said, unlacing her shirt. "You picked the right girl after all."