She felt mildly chastised but not enough to feel guilt for the words she spoke. Her head did drop however to look at the worn fabric of her clothes and internally gave a sigh. They were the last of them she had, that Shoshana had, and she did not want to give them up for her vessel's sake; and yet, they were as Demeter said, becoming unfit to wear. And after the mob she had wandered through, she could only imagine the bodily fluids that clung around the bottom hem of her skirts.
"You are right. I will accept the gift as you are offering." Even if they lost their last known possessions she knew that Shoshana would appreciate having something truly clean again. There was only so much you could do in a river and in a rush not to be caught.
Tilting her head that much closer, Despoina let their foreheads rest together, eyes closing before she let out an almost vulnerable sigh. "I will let you lead me." The words could have seemed utterly innocent in the simple fact she was allowing Alice to show her the showers; but their past history, it was the same sort of submission she had given to Demeter at the broaching of every new year, the release to her mother to possibly bless the mortals that worshiped them.