It was a slow process: the cleaning of herself, the getting off the chair, the climb out of the shower, the drying herself, the dressing herself. All of it felt like it took an age but eventually she was dressed and clean and ready to face her keeper again.
She emerged from the bathroom and looked at the locked bedroom door, her life still stuck to one tiny room. But this room had a bed, and zero hot pokers. This room was looking much plusher than it had done previously.
Marian sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and just waited for the Sheriff to return, staring off into space.