That last sentence unhinged her slightly - the way she said it, the soft smile that brushed her lips. There was very few things in this world that could scare Nyx but that was definitely one of them. It wasn't because she was terrifying or shouted; in fact, it was the very lack of both of them that caused the young girl to feel a rise of fear. What did she even mean by that?

Biting her lip nervously, she looked towards the shower before quickly peeking to the door to make sure that it was locked. Thankfully, she kept her head down in the orphanage but she had heard some horror stories about young girls being taken from their rooms and not being the same when they returned the next day. The fear of that was a little irrational though - considering the fact that Momo disciplined her slaves well.

Finally, when she was certain of her safety, she stripped down and threw her rags to the side before pulling back the curtain and stepping into the shower area. Once it was flicked on, she jumped a little at the rush of cold water but what was even more surprising was the warm water that followed in its wake. She savoured it, tilting her features up so the different cascaded down over her.

After a few minutes, she became mindful of the time and quickly washed herself before stepping out and turning it off again. Taking the only towel she was offered, she dried herself off and dressed quickly into the house-clothing that she had picked out.