Ruined

Zee took care to scrub at every inch of the woman's precious coat, feeling herself fall back into the rhythm of servitude easily. It was a welcome break from the drama that'd transpired lately, and although she knew little of this woman it was easy to care for her as she had Deathbelle - after all, both wolves were precious to her Sirius. Once she'd lathered her body well enough she stepped back and placed the soap back down upon the rock. "It's not a hardship." She assured her kindly, her smile still upon her face. "We're a lot alike, I'm only doing for you what I'd want done for myself." A pause, and the blue-tinted female sighed. "You're beautiful, and your scratches will heal. Until then, us women of Ashen must keep ourselves looking our best so the rest of the world continues to envy us." It was another small joke, though there was a layer of truth to her words. Confidence was an important thing for a wolf, and if your sense of self-worth came from appearance then it was best to not let it fall into shambles.