Why do you even have those? [she's not surprised necessarily, though does wonder why he keeps them around.]

Don't wash my dress. You're not a servant. [and she doesn't want him to. It's too strange. Too much like a lo seinto gesture and she isn't here for that.

She sighs a bit and rests her chin on her wrist a moment, even that small pleasure coming to an end.

Oh well.]

I've worn it before but it doesn't suit me.

[she waves a hand and gets out of the tub, finding a soft cloth nearby to dry her bones on.]

Give me whichever you want.