Once she had sufficiently scrubbed her hair, she had positioned herself in from of a little table full of vials full of strange scents. Hopefully he wasn't waiting on her, because she was currently sniffing through each one, her long wet hair plastering across her body. The other women didn't seem keen to interact with her, eyeing the bruises and small wounds suspiciously. Kieta didn't mind this, and after some time she decided on one of the scents.
Mimicking one of the other women she'd seen do it, she took the vial which smelled lightly of sandalwood and dabbed it on her wrists, neck, inner thighs, and hair. Letting her hair dry into soft, clean tendrils, she crossed the room and found her clothes. Sniffing them... her nose curled up distastefully. Looking around, she spotted the pile of cloth a large woman had brought it. Making certain nobody was watching, Kieta picked up the soft cloth and cut off enough for herself... Surely the woman would still have enough to cover herself with. Plus, the woman's dirty clothes were still clean enough if she had to rewear them.
Using the corn flower blue cloth to wrap around herself like a sarong, Kieta scooped up her dirty clothing and shoved it into her bag. Pulling on her boots, she walked out of the bathhouse, expecting to find Trest. His scent was present, but he wasn't. She picked up the conversation of a group of men, clean and unsuspicious, but, to her chagrin, they were talking about stealing. Taking a closer look, she realized that must have been where Trest's smell was coming from.
She put her hands on her hips and glared up at them. "I believe those are my companion's things." She extended her hand out to them. "You'll give them back."
One of the men turned towards her, cornering her against the wall. He placed his hand next to her head, leaning on it. "That right, little lady? Maybe your man isn't man enough to keep a good eye on his things."
Kieta didn't lash out at him like she would have done otherwise. She didn't want to cause another scene. How many more places could they run to? And if they had to run again, would they have to hide in the sewers again? So she bit the inside of her cheek, and feigned boredom. "He isn't my 'man', but those are still his things."
"Not your man? Then perhaps you could do something to earn his things back... At least a few of them, depending on your efforts."
Kieta raised an eyebrow, not quiet understanding what they were threatening. It was clear that they were threatening her, but sometimes the language barrier prevented her from finding the finer nuances of things like this. Not giving them the appropriate reaction, she responded nonchalantly. "You're right, I could sever your man parts and leave you to bleed to earn his things back. But, as you said, that's quite a bit of effort."