The woman is still upset and she doesn't know why but clearly the clothes things are important so she'll just... follow along, she guesses? "Yes," she says, trying to sound—something. Confident? Convinced? Something.

"Okay. ... Though we should probably get you cleaned up first. Mm. Probably directly at the river, you're... quite a mess..."

"Okay," she says, not really wanting to argue.

So she is going to be gently bundled up in her blanket and efficiently marched to the nearby river. There, she gets to be introduced to SOAP, which smells awful (like dead flowers) but does in fact... get a lot of the mud off. Among other things. Huh. While the water is cold, the scrubbing feels nice, and being clean is... also very nice.

But it's freaky to be able to feel so many things directly on her skin she is done comparing her previous life with her present life actually. At least for now. For now she will take things as they come. And actually yeah, being clean does feel pretty nice.

Wearing clothes feels less nice, they're a bit scratchy, but on the other hand it's a bit like having fur again? Wait, but she's not comparing her previous life with her present life, so nevermind. Her sensitive skin is now more protected from the elements, or something.

The fur still on her head is cleaned up a bit with a pair of scissors and a comb. She had a couple mats, but her hair wasn't long enough for it to be really bad; most of it was mud and dirt, and Helena is patient with getting it all detangled. And after everything is brushed out? She gets hairbrushies.

...ooh. That feels just nice. Reminds her of never mind. She's kind of missing her tail right now because she does not know how to express what she's feeling without it but it's good.

Brush brush brush brush! And then her hair is carefully tied out of the way, now preventing it from getting in her face. Mostly. From mostly getting in her face. It is less going to get in her face now than it had been, anyway.

"There! I bet you must feel much better. And you're such a pretty thing!" ... That is probably why she was in the terrible situation she was in, actually!! Nevermind, abort abort!!! "Well. Do you think you're up for helping with some chores? There's always a lot to do, out here."

"Yes. But..." She looks down at her clothes. Which look like blankets. She is wearing long blankets with holes in them for her head and arms. "This get in the way?"

"Oh. Do you prefer breeches? That's a bit uncommon, but some women do, um... I'm not sure we've got any of those spare though..."

"These would... rip?" she says, pointing at the skirt. "If rip is alright then I is- I am alright with it."