A knock on the door startled her, and she dropped the washcloth into the basin causing water to splash out.
"One moment please!" she called out, frantically rubbing at her robes, but it was no good - the stains from the stew were still visible, and the more she rubbed the more she seemed to be pushing it into the weave of the fabric.
Shame-faced, she crossed the room and opened the door, wincing at the raised eyebrow she received from the monk who greeted her.
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