[Huh. But you did, like, know magic existed.]

[I guess? People say the fair folk are magic but I never saw any of you until just now and this isn't really how stories about them go but obviously now I'm in a weird magic place with weird magic people so I guess the stories were sort of true enough?]

[...we're human beings, but you sound like your education has not been very forthcoming about some things.]

[I told you I don't know anything! Sorry. I'm sorry.]

[It's okay. - Jackson says you're sitting on the floor and wants to make sure you know you're allowed on the chairs but he also says you might just be self-conscious about not having bathed in a while and recommends the shower, are you used to indoor plumbing?]

[...What's indoor plumbing?]

[Knobs you twiddle to make water come out into a particular room of the house wherein you can then wash.]

[Oh, wow, cool! I never even heard of that before. Thanks?]

[Jackson's going to show you how it works and point at the soap and stuff. I can't see what you're seeing but if you have questions about things I can make educated guesses.]

[Thanks.]

Jackson shows Fere into the tiled bathroom, turns on the water, gets it to a reasonable warm temperature for her, points at a bar of soap, and ducks out.

Fere doesn’t know how to thank him but she smiles. (Obviously no one else is going to thank a servant for doing his job.) Some time later she wanders out very thoroughly clean and wrapped in a towel, having hand-washed what she was wearing before and left it to dry.

Her scars are actually largely covered up by the towel but it's slightly more possible to catch a little bit of a whip scar peeking out over the towel now. (And she has a couple of old cuts on one forearm that are pretty faded and one on her foot that's not visible when she's standing, if anyone is looking really closely.)

Jackson has in the meanwhile scared up a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that will approximately fit her; they are draped over the back of a chair and he points them out when she emerges from his position of kneeling on the floor near Brian and being scritched with his head in Brian's lap.

Whoa, are those for her? That can’t be right, can it? Things make no sense here. Maybe it’s right.

[...Do you know if the clothes are for me?]

[- he says yeah and he can throw your stuff in the washing machine too if you want.]

[...I... washed it...? In the shower? What’s a washing machine?]

She takes the clothes back to the bathroom to change.

[It's a machine that washes clothes. I don't know if it'd be much of an improvement over using a bar of soap and washing by hand but it's what we usually do, it's less work and it can do large batches all at once.]

[...Cool!]

[Yup. But if yours are already hanging dry probably you don't need Jackson to do that right now.]

[Yeah. Thanks, though. So do you work for Brian too or what?]

She reappears in the clothes they lent her.

[I've never actually met Brian. Jackson and I know each other from school.]

Brian is petting Jackson almost like he is a dog. Pet pet pet.

That seems better than disfiguring and whipping him!

[Oh, okay. Well, thank you and you can tell Jackson thanks for me if you want. Maybe ask him how to not piss Brian off too bad?]

[...is Brian spooking you? I can probably get you a hotel room if he - is Jackson okay -]

[Jackson doesn't look hurt at all, it looks like Brian likes him! And he hasn't seemed angry at me either. I'm just really liking how nobody is getting beaten right now and want to keep it that way.]

[Do people do that in front of their houseguests where you're from??]