"Not my place to say."

"Hey kiddo. What's your name? I'm Pelape."

The kid stares at Pelape for a long while before whispering back.

"Eefa."

"Where'd they grab you, from your family?"

Eefa shakes her head.

"Have you got a family?"

A long look, and then another head shake.

"How much longer till we stop for the night?" she asks the guy.

"Couple hours."

"Suppose they'll trade me some food for a story or something, there?"

"Could be." Sometimes people are idiots.

If she touches the corner of the cage can she get it cleaned out in there?

The floor of the cage has too much on it to go quickly - among other things there's a corner with feces that only mostly made it out of the cage. Still, if she keeps touching it for a bit it'll all get pushed out and to the side.

If it's the best she can do it's the best she can do. If she holds out a hand to Eefa?

Eefa looks at the hand for a second, then tentatively touches it.

Weird powers, CLEAN THIS POOR BABY.

Eefa winces and looks uncomfortable but doesn't let go about this. It seems like a better sort of experiment than most of the other options and she wants to be taken out of the cage real bad so she'll behave. 

Eventually, her body is clean, though her clothes and hair are still a mess.

Can she get ahold of the garment and the hair?

She can clean Eefa's clothes easily enough but she can't clean the strands of Eefa's hair without being in contact with each of them.

"Sorry," murmurs Pelape, "looks like my weird superpower isn't great at hair."

Nod.

"Going to leave?" Eefa whispers really quietly.

"Well, I don't know where I'd leave to."

Nod nod.