"Can I wash my tail too? It's kinda soggy..." She doesn't drop her tail for a different reason now. She didn't want to drip on the floor. She wasn't holding it as tightly now, and feeling was returning, painfully so, to the tip where the white fur was. She does accept the apron with her left hand, and drapes it over her shoulder. She stands there, waiting for Carina to lead the way to the bathroom, not knowing where it was. "I'm sorry I made such a bad first impression... I haven't been treated well since leaving home. Everyone seems to think I make a better slave than worker..." Her voice, as it has been, was soft, and her eyes were downcast, though not completely on the floor now. She was looking at another chair across the room, watching the light move across it's surface.