Though her back had been to the door, Imenry had easily heard the sound of approaching footsteps. And when it was her door that swung open she merely raised a brow. The only person it could be was Brennan. And if it had happened to be an intruder, well then they would have found out the hard way just how dangerous a woman could be even without her clothes on.
But, it did turn out to be Brenn and she sighed softly, the tension that had coiled briefly in her shoulders melting away. She didn't turn to face him, just splashed water onto her face and hair, using the soap to try and work the smell out of her long tangled locks.
"If you're going to grouse about it so much why don't you wash my clothes like a good boy?" she said, the teasing words tinged with annoyance. Some of her anger at the whole situation, about the time in the Orchard, about the memories of her home coming back to her lacing into her voice. She wasn't annoyed at him, and hopefully he would understand that. He'd always been able to read her well.
"So, that woman," she began, working the soap to a lather. "Is she why you were in such a hurry to leave Redcliffe?"