Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160720014227

Within a very short time, perhaps fifteen minutes,  the Golem returns, a linen placed over the pile of clothes to keep them warm until Hound puts them on. Her arms are now clean, evidence of her task.

"Here you are, Sir," she says brightly, happy at having been useful. "If, uh, you don't mind, I'll avert my eyes as you change." She looks away, embarrassed, and perhaps a bit shy, her face turning red.

She says nothing as Hound finishes, but instead stands patiently, her hands folded in front of her. She doesn't look like she is used to working indoors; either that, or whomever is her owner doesn't take good care of her. Regardless, she remains quiet, ready to be helpful.