Heras Box
"Yes, please." Adenah unhooked the clasp on her cloak and swung the heavy material off her shoulders. Being inside an Oban forge would always been such an odd experience for her. She was so used to her families facility in Jauhar that even the most subtle of changes seemed strange to her. It was enough of a distraction that for a moment she could almost forget her night, but that smell...it was too strong not to notice. So, instead, she stepped forward and balled the cloak to set by the door. She would handle it later. "I'll dump it out after I'm done, but...sorry in advance." Adenah reached for the closest rag she could find, dunked it in and started to wipe herself down.
"Doubt I could wear your pants, anyway." With a wry little smile Adenah popped her hip out and gave it a pat. She knew she had to stink, but at least she was in good company. He was just as sweaty as she was, but where as she had flecks of blood all over her he had soot. What a pair. "You're taking all of this really well." Scrunching her face as if contemplating something, Adenah sighed and lifted a hand to make a turning motion. "Turn around; I might not be able to change but I want a good wash. And I can pay for whatever you've got around to eat."