Verity nodded. She wanted to get to teh bottom of this all, to put it all past her. She closed her eyes at the gentle, warm washcloths, letting the other women clean her gently. She felt very much like a porcelain doll, and was thankful that the women were treating her so kindly. She nodded a little and gave a chuckle.
"What I wouldn't give for a hot bath. And about sixty hours of dreamless sleep." She admitted, then shifted in her chair, moving he blanket a little. She had bruises around her wrists and ankles where she'd been bound, but the rest of her body was unmarked.
"Can you examine me now, so I can go sleep?" She asked Margaret, nearly begging.