"I will."

And she turns on the water spigot and cups her hands under the flow for a few moments, before she starts scrubbing at the earth on her fingers.



It's a good few minutes before she appears in the doorway, hands and face clean and pink, clothes dusted off as thoroughly as possible. The thoughtful, considering look is still on her face.

"I have another question for you, if it's all right," she says. "Do you eat or drink, yourself?"