Damayanti nodded, smiling at the mention of a better meal tomorrow. The rats just took the edge off the hunger, they didn't really satisfy her, "Dogs are nice. Horses are better, but they are hard to get. Children are the best. So full of life," Her eyes closed for a moment, savoring the thought. Then her eyes opened and she looked rather sad, "But it makes me sad. When they can't get up. They can't laugh or sing or play anymore."
She keep her rather melancholy expression as Thanatos cleaned her face. At his request to see her stitching the golem nodded. She had no issue with the nudity. She didn't even know it was a taboo to most people.
She reached down and gripped the bottom of her shirt, though she hesitated a moment before lifting over her head. She was used to people being upset when they saw the stitches. And she was enjoying Thanatos' company and didn't want him to leave.
But he has asked. So the shirt went over her head and was tossed to the floor at her feet. Then the skirt soon followed. Her clothes were rather old and pieced together, mismatched and ugly. But underneath them, her underwear was soft and expensive looking, probably silk. And rather modest. A lacy camisole and knee length bloomers.
The golem stood there, nervously trying to hide as many of the stitch lines as she could with her body. She seemed to have been made of quite a few bodies. None of her limbs were a whole piece. Either just above or just below most of her joints was a line where a new part had been attached. With the bloomers on, it was impossible to tell where the legs were connected.
While she made a beautiful, angelic picture even in her grubby clothes, stripped down like that, the beauty seemed off. Her legs didn't match. Her hands were similar but when looked at closely, they weren't from the same girl.
The stitching itself was large and thick, but sturdy. And the thread that held her flesh together looked like it was a thick, rough waterproof line. More suited to a boat's sail then to a delicate girls skin.