With a mental slap to the forehead, Roran laughed lightly and rolled her eyes. "Oh! Yes of course! One moment," she answered, ducking out of the room only to reappear moments later. She was carrying a long robe made of a soft cotton and dyed a dark green. Softly, she shut the door behind her and laid the robe over the back of the chair, letting her fingers linger on it momentarily as she spoke. "You're a bit tall for my robe so you can borrow my mother's," she explained, then turning her attention to the pot at her feet.
Bending at the knee, she took hold of the handle and looked up at Elsa as she lifted it up. "Last pot," she said simply, bring it over to the edge of the basin and tipping it over, allowing the warm liquid to spill over the basin's edge to collect with the rest of the water. When the pot was empty, she set it back down and moved back to the chair. Gathering Elsa's belongings, she turned back to her guest and picked the pot back up. "I'll get to washing these for you," she told her. She didn't expect an answer back but hesitated at the door slightly anyway, just in case.