Her eyes dropped to her mother as she knelt in front of her and an unconsciousness to their past had her leaning forward toward her, if for affection or just habit she couldn't say. "The Earth and the Rivers have always been my home, they do not betray me," but even as she said it her voice was whimsical and almost flat--a strange combination and a forced one. She tried to embodied that of her vessel and her Brother, but the truth was, she missed the soft down of a bed. She abided in the rivers and in cool dark lit rooms where private rituals were preformed; she was not accustomed to open skies and temperamental weather changes.
Still she looked somewhat affronted at her mother's suggestion of a shower; not because a hot shower did not sound appealing, but the idea that she had not remained clean. Home or no, she was housed in a daughter of the Romani, you did not forget to pay close attention to cleansing rituals.
"I am clean Mother, for whatever I may look like."