"Understood," she responded to his list of not particularly unreasonable demands. The rest seemed ambiguous, but easy enough to interpret as just generally keeping her distance. Reluctantly pushing herself to sit and then even more reluctantly to stand, Mabelle brushed herself off in a futile attempt to clean up after his comment that she needed to do so, before making her way over to the table where the tea was waiting. It could have just been hot water, or even cold for that matter, and it would have still been the most wonderful thing after being so dehydrated.
Pulling out the chair and sitting, Mabelle rested her elbows on the table so she could lean over the mug, enjoying the steam still coming off it against her face. It still needed time to steep properly, and Mabelle only kept herself from drinking it anyway because it was still far too scathingly hot, wrapping her hands around the mug instead.
"Do you have anywhere I can clean off?" she asked since it was a concern of hers as well, aware she probably didn't smell all too great either, though long immune to however offensive it may be. But she didn't really like feeling so grimy, and her hair was far too tangled that she wondered if perhaps it was better to just cut it all off. There used to be a point where she felt a desire for him to think she was pretty, but now all she wanted was for him not to think of her as repulsive. She was never particularly vain, nor overly confident about her looks, but she knew there were standards of grooming that she had fallen far behind on. "And where am I allowed to sleep?" she hadn't minded under the bed, but she wasn't overly picky.