Nodnod. "Thank you."

She leaves. 

Sigh.

She should get Zakiya to go get the other cleric. Other cleric's probably spent two days getting here. It's rude to keep people waiting. It's super rude to ask them to make a two-day journey and then not see them in a timely manner. She can't remember why she thought another cleric would help but she still has an obligation to try to make use of her services, at this point.

She spends several minutes hugging herself anyway.

"Do you want me to tell her that tomorrow'd be better? A lot happened today..."

....nod.

"Tell her I'm really really sorry and I understand and really appreciate that she came a really long way and I definitely want to see her tomorrow?"

"Okay." She darts off to do that. Comes back a little while later. 

Still hugging herself.

"Probably should have met with her. Don't want to. But."

"I don't think you should meet with people when you're not going to get anything out of it. She's getting paid, she's got nothing to complain about."

"Okay."

"Do you want to take a bath before dinner? Go for a walk? Lie back down?"

"I dunno. Not a walk.

"What do... baths consist of. Here."

"Uh, we fill up the tub and there are salts and fancy soaps that smell nice and you can relax and we can do your hair. - I can, or I can ask someone else in to help if you want - and there's face mask things that make your skin soft like a baby's and muds that are supposed to help your muscles relax. You, uh, pick, you don't usually do all of that every time unless we're stalling."

Nodnod.

"Don't wanna stall. Wanna be ready for dinner. But - relaxing sounds okay."

"All right!" And she flags someone down in the hallway to fetch a cleric who can fill the bath with steaming water and some other people who can bring in fancy soaps and things for her to smell and approve or disapprove of.

She can probably bring herself to approve or disapprove of soaps.

Mud or no mud? Bizarre-looking facemasks or no bizarre-looking facemasks?

...yes mud, no facemasks? Maybe?

Sounds good!

"Do you want other people to stay?" Zakiya asks her. "It's - mostly a question of atmosphere, some people like having several people around and some like more privacy..."

"...privacy. Sounds good right now."

So everyone else can shoo and Zakiya can hand her fancy soaps.

She can try to apply fancy soaps.

They smell nice and foam interestingly. 

Yaaaay.

She can try to relax and clean herself. And when it gets closer to dinner she can maybe pick out a different mourning dress and make sure she looks fundamentally presentable for dinner but not so presentable that it looks like it's supposed to be a message about her desirability.

Zakiya can help with that, and walk her to dinner.

Her husband is not at dinner. Lots of food is, including the cheesy pasta.

Great.

She spends twenty minutes eating and then, if he's still not there, she'll head back to her room.