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Imelda Fletcher
So you'll... see everything... anyway?
It wasn't exactly the response she was hoping for, considering the situation. But she supposed that if he could control every aspect of her body should he wish to, he would have to perceive it in some way or form as he said. With that thought in mind, Imelda released a terse sigh but resigned herself to the fact that there was nothing to be done.
Never mind... I'd rather... not know.
She startled as a knock sounded on the screen and Imelda quickly pulled herself together, resting some of her weight against the copper bath. After offering some words of permission, she smiled weakly to the Elder's wife who appeared with two buckets of warm water. A young girl was just behind her with another two, yet she seemed less concerned on the water she was carrying and more focused on the filthy, dishevelled Slayer before her. Imelda met wide eyes easily, keeping her weight against the bath as she allowed the girl to survey her with distraught curiosity.
"Any questions you want to ask, girl? Rather you ask me than you come to your own assumptions. Assuming is very dangerous, it's better to get the facts." Imelda drawled, voice rough considering she had forced herself to forgo water for the past 24 hours.
The girl flinched, gaze immediately dropping and cheeks warming, probably with the shame of staring so blatantly. Huffing, the Slayer added a small cough which she directed into her elbow, finishing the display off with a wince of her own.
"Two more buckets should soon be ready." Yvette explained softly, slowly, as if trying not to spook a wild animal. Imelda merely nodded, "Thank you, it's much appreciated." Her harsher tone that had been directed to the young maid girl turned more forgiving, watching carefully as the two turned and left.
Soon Imelda was left to her own peace. Soap and a washcloth sat on a little stool beside the copper bath and the towel remained hung over the screen for the time being. No use dirtying it when she could simply strip and hop into the bath. Taking a deep breath, Imelda began to peel the sap covered clothes from her skin, wincing as it pulled at the hair on her head, arms and legs. She growled softly at the discomfort it caused, the next sound a small hiss as her skin submerged into the warm water.
The Slayer quietly sank back into the water, breathing out a slow sigh as she adjusted to the warmth. Once done, her head tipped back and she closed her eyes, allowing the bath to soften the sap that was layered with dirt and mud on her skin, hoping it would be made easier to remove that way.
So... first thing's first... She began to think to him, eyes remaining closed as her hand reached out for the soap beside her, Plan of action for when I'm able to start moving through the village and asking questions. I can't ask such direct questions lest people become suspicious. I need to find out whose aware of these sacrifices you spoke about. What level of people know. If it goes right up to the Mayor which... I have a feeling it must do.