She smiles softly, amused, at his burying himself in the bed. She's quiet, careful, as she gets out of bed. She had the forethought last night to set a basin of water by the dying fire last night, so it is warm-ish for washing up. Washing with a cloth and a basin is not as luxurious as a bath, but it will do.

There ARE baths available here, but only of the communal, everyone in one big pool, variety. Neither she nor Skellig have dared to try them yet. She wipes her skin with a wet cloth and some soap, cleaning her body for a new day.