"Ah...you there, good luck with that. Keep up the good work and stuff; you're in charge there." 
A new voice, the girl looked up to see a pretty girl in front of her, she did not smile this time as she was mesmerized by all the pretty thingy's like the thing on the girls head and the thing hanging around the girls neck.

From there on she was put into a thing of water, this she knew, not the bath, not the word, no the substance, the liquid, this she knew, it was familiar, it was like it belonged to her or she belonged to it? she could not tell.
Then the other girls started to wash her, mostly she let it happen, trough at a few moments they came to spots on her body that either felt weird or ticklish, causing her to splash and giggle some more, resulting that she looked at her stomach again, but by now she was starting to get used to it and giggles more because she was giggling.
The servants used this moment to continue to wash her.

Then the nice man appeared again and gave her something soft, she grabbed it by instinct and started to toy with it as a 6 month old child, giggling some more about it.

"It appears, Sir that the girl can't dress herself"
"Well then let me help you get her dressed."
She looked up as she heard people speak, curious about what was going to happen now, dropping her new play thing.
She let the nice man do what he had to do with her getting dressed, not struggling, she liked this person.

Around the time he said "This isn't my job." she looked at him, smiling again, not understanding a word he is saying but she thought he was making those sounds to her.
Then suddenly the man lifted her up in his arms.
"yelp"
The first sound she made since she woke up, revealing that she did had a voice at least, trough it only outed because the sudden lift surprised her.

Then a new person showed up "Sir Rand. If you don't mind, I would just like your service in protecting and keeping this young lady in your custody."
She may not understand a word he was saying, but the person in more ways them one frightened the crap out of her, she stiffened and then started to crawl deeper into the nice man's arms, curling up like a ball against his chest, fearful eyes looking trough a small opening between her arm and shoulder.

Once the man left she relaxed a bit more, looking to the nice man's face, fear was still painted into her eyes.