" - sure only I don't think they're ready yet. I'll ask." She steps through the wall too, calls out to someone.

"Yes, see, they're rushing things over here. You can have your pick of everything the pharaoh's women wear, if you want, as long as you don't get...demon blood on it."

"I like clothes with more... clothes. Than yours."

"I'm sure they'll have lots that's to your taste."

"Where's the bath."

"Uh, this way." Through the wall.

Well, she'll go through the wall, then.

There are baths. They're in marble, and excessively fancy, and everything smells of perfume.

She hates this place. Viscerally, violently hates it.

Are there people near these baths, or have they heard of the concept of privacy here.

Just her and the person who is trying to help her!

Well. Could be worse. She could be dead. Actually that sounds better. Could be, uh, the manor of the Arl of Denerim - that's an even less helpful thought -

She starts taking off her - gauntlets, gauntlets are a safe thing to start with. She puts her armor in a neat little pile.

Someone comes in to wrap it up in soft cloth and carry it off. 

She kind of really wants to ask them to leave it, but is also not actually capable of forming complete sentences right now. And now she's alone without her armor or her sword. 

(She didn't have either on her to start, the day she killed more than twenty people. - bad thing to think about. Think about anything else - think about the dwarves, the dwarves have palaces - and casteless women they clean up and make presentable enough to give away as concubines - don't think about the dwarves actually - think about Sten, you are Sten, stop being Aria and be Sten, Sten is only slightly less terrifying or respectable without his weapons or his clothes - )

She gets in the bath. She doesn't know how you take a bath like a soldier, so she just focuses on getting herself clean, and discreetly stabbing herself with her nails whenever she forgets to try to be Sten. 

She is, in fact, extremely filthy.

Does she want, like, help.

No.

Wow, okay then.

Under normal conditions she would feel really sorry for this person and immensely regret giving them a hard time and making them nervous, but she can't do this right now because if she feels any emotions that aren't Sten emotions she is probably going to have a crying breakdown and possibly try to bite her own hand off.

At some point she is, like, twenty percent cleaner than her own normal standards for cleanliness. She has maybe also been scrubbing her skin raw more than she would normally consider necessary for that. 

Does she also want to do these lotions and perfumes and hair products herself.

....are those, like, necessary.

They're really nice honestly. They make your skin very soft. She's not in danger from demons anymore she can really, uh, calm down a tiny bit.

Fine, she can help her.

(She wants to DIE, she wants to DIE, she wants to DIE - )

Everything is very soft and smells very nice. There are dresses for her to choose from. They're all utterly impractical but some cover most of the body.

Are they all dresses? Are there no pants to be found anywhere in this selection? She's - not going to actually ask about this but she's going to double-check the selection at least once.

(She can't be Sten in a dress. She wants to die.)

Definitely all dresses.

Death. Horrible agonizing death. Maker free her from her suffering.

She picks out the least horrible dress she can find.

"There you go, you look very nice."