[ Grasping onto his hands perhaps a touch too tightly, her footsteps falter once she realises that he intends to lead her outside - but she heaves a sigh and gives him her trust, moving onward.

Kneeling down in front of the bucket, she immerses her arms, breath sharp as the temperature stings her senses. Once her hands are clean enough, she reaches back to undo the fastenings to the collar of her shirt. She splashes water onto her face, fingers working back into her hair... but there's just so much. ]

I've a set a clothes on the bed that I wore into town earlier today... fetch them for me?

[ Her voice tremors, but not simply because of the cold. ]

And the scissors from the vanity.