Ayrie felt bad for Wrath and Nadia, as they had helped her to know what to do, but she was also thankful for some time alone with just Asran. Her brain was fairly well fried and excess conversation with the other two women would likely make her unnecessarily awkward.

"You cook?" She asked, a bit surprised. As she thought about it though it made sense that the Lord of Gluttony also knew how to cook. She stretched her legs and got up to write a note for the priests. She didn't say where she was, only that she would be back later that night. "I'll be right back, Asran."

She went into her room, thinking she shut the door behind her but not quite catching the latch. It slowly cracked open, leaving it visible slightly to the living area. She took off her sweaty top and skirt, and took a clean cotton dress from her wardrobe to change into, then went to the small wash table she had and wiped herself down with a clean wet rag. She added a bit of rose scented perfume behind her ears and on her wrists, then pulled the purple cotton dress over her head. She brushed out her hair and slid a length of cloth over it, tying it like a headband. She wasn't trying to impress, she just wanted to feel comfortable.