"Oo, a bathhouse, fancy." She finishes, stretches, the says, "Lead the way."

"Not sure I'd call it fancy, but it's better than a tin tub in front of the fire, or a cold stream."

He leads the way down to a building that's clearly a later addition to the main building.

It's dim, with no windows, only lantern light, and warm.

"Afraid that privacy was not entirely on their minds when they built it, just practicality."

Jana appears out of the shadows. "It's empty for now," she points out. "Keep watch outside."

"We didn't have bathhouses in my hometown," she points out. "And I'm not too bothered by lack of privacy."

"Jan's a little more fussy," Friedrich says, and snags the jacket Jana's thrown at him out of the air. "I should just be thankful it wasn't one of her knives," he comments, with far more cheer than you'd think those words would allow.

And out he goes, and they can hear him whistling on the other side of the closed door.

Jana chuckles quietly. "We're not in a hurry," she tells Melissa. "Take as long as you want."

And sets about her own ablutions - as she moves shadows shift in and out around her, not quite concealing her body, but certainly obscuring parts of it, and she noticeably doesn't look in Melissa's direction.

Melissa enjoys herself, spending a while just relaxing in the warm water before getting to scrubbing. This definitely beats a cold stream.

Jana finishes her own ablutions, dresses herself and goes and leans against the doorframe, tucking her hands neatly behind her head.

Melissa is definitely not that fast, but she does finish eventually. She makes a face at her old clothes, but does get dressed.

Jana hums, scans Melissa's form now clearly trying to gauge her size. "We've got some spare clothes that will likely fit you," she offers.

"That'd be great. I hate wearing dirty clothes when I'm clean."

"I know that feeling," Jana says as she opens the door. "Trousers?" she asks without preamble.

"Left my bag upstairs," he says. "I can go get or we can head back up?" The last is aimed over Jana's shoulder to Melissa.

"Let's head back up."

And up they can go. Jana produces a plain shirt - either faded black or dark grey - and offers it to Melissa.

Friedrich rummages through his bag, taking a little longer to come up with a set of worn trousers made of a hard-wearing fabric. "Here you go, mmm. Might be a little loose on you. Jan, you-?"

Jana is already holding out a belt.

Melissa will accept. "Thanks, guys." She doesn't mind the worn condition; they're actually in better shape than her own clothes, after so long on the road. Plus, the shirt's pretty much her typical color scheme.

And off to change.

There's sounds of Friedrich moving around, and assumed Jana is as well, but no speaking.

When Melissa returns however, she will find them making hand gestures at each other - likely a form of sign language.

She watches with some interest, idly trying to pick out a pattern.

There is something of a pattern, but they don't continue for very long after Melissa returns.

"Ready to get back on the road?" Friedrich asks.

"Yeah," she says.

"Excellent. I suppose I should ask, in case we encounter a horse trader: can you ride?"

"I can technically stay on a horse without it attempting to murder me. If it's very even tempered."

"...Perhaps have you riding behind one of us. Depending on what we can find."