She would figure it out. She would. Petyr must have told her. She knew that she would, she was a smart girl. Well, smart enough. Smart enough for this. "A shower. Like rain. Well, that makes sense." She nodded once, and then licked her lips, still racking her mind, but coming up disturbingly empty. "Perhaps there are such things here, but we have just not found them yet. It's so hard to find anything in this place, with the way the lights shine." She felt almost as if whomever brought them here was toying with them, because who would set up the lights that way?
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