Finally done with her bath, Sora stepped out of the privy chamber, her body soaked and glistening with clean water that clung to her skin. Though women were expected to be well-mannered, Sora had never been that kind of woman.
Tradition said that a proper lady should dry every drop of water off her skin before stepping out, but Sora didn't have the patience for such things. If she hadn't remembered in time, she might have even walked out completely naked, not bothering to wrap the towel around her.
Standing in front of the mirror, Sora glanced at herself, brushing her hair back with her left hand. She wasn't someone who liked mirrors—she thought they were a waste of time—but seeing how much she'd changed since her first fight with the Scourge gave her a quiet sense of satisfaction.
