The guards did not stay in the room, if only for the fact that they did not want to be tempted to touch one of the girls. A guard had once raped a girl, not once, not twice, but every night for two years. The girl committed suicide and the company lost a huge profit from her. She had been a fire power like the girl who had just walked in. She had also been Erika's friend, in a way. The guard who had committed the act had been tortured and put to death quietly, but rumors still flew. No guard wanted to repeat that, so baths were the one time that the girls could relax a little, speak out of turn, and say what they wanted. Still, so many had been abused to the point that they no longer tried.

Erika took pleasure in this time though, she knew she would be exhausted after this but she reached out her hands, cold water, almost as cold as ice, pressing against the welts on Alena's back as soothing warm water rained down on her, cleaning the ash out of her hair, washing away the parts that could be washed away. Erika frowned in concentration as she attempted to also clean Alena's clothes at the same time. Three things at once was a little harder when they all required different temperatures and techniques. After a little time the water stopped and fell to the floor. "I'm Erika." She said softly. "I hope that helped a little bit." Her voice was low, as if whispering a secret message. There was a tenderness in it but at the same momentary flash of frustration. She wished she could spend hours cleaning this girl's hands and feet, but she just didn't have that time.