With a sinking heart I realized something. “No bath,” I said, my voice sounding hollow with disappointment, even to me. Florence perked up. “You actually have your own private bathing room just through here.” She pointed to a door I’d mistaken for a closet and I sighed in relief. “Hot water?” I asked hopefully. She nodded. “That’s one of the nice things about being at Bloodwing. You don’t even need to call upon a servant to fetch it. We have real copper plumbing. They’ve had it here for centuries. Highbloods are extraordinary. They really think of everything.” She beamed.
Right the smell wasn't what helps her learn about where the bath is
