The bathroom was like an oasis in the dessert to a parched and weary wanderer. She almost felt like crying but Flint's presense nipped the impulse in the bud.
Cho caught the towel automatically. "Thank you," she said. When he didn't leave immediately, she used the door to push him out of the room. Without her wand, she couldn't lock it, but the barrier was something.
She soaked and scrubbed and tried several of the soaps and shampoos until she could no longer put off getting out of the tub. Borrowing a comb, she worked out the knots in her hair, leaving it in a shining, sodden, clean fall down her back. She tried, honestly tried, to make herself put back on the filthy robes she'd been wearing but could not make herself do it.
So, wrapping herself in the huge towel, she poked her head out of the bathroom. "Flint?" she called cautiously. Not seeing him, she stepped out into the hall. Perhaps she could find something to wear in one of the other bedrooms.