[justmedk]

Ciri was puzzled that she'd been mistaken. How could a common village blacksmith afford such an extravagant home? Not in terms of size, granted, but in terms of amenities and luxuries? Either this world was truly strange, or there was more going on than he was telling her.

Of course there is, her inner voice told her in the voice of Geralt, This is another world. Of course there's going to be more going on than he's telling you
She listened to the instructions about how to run the water - once again confirming to her that this world was a strange place where a village blacksmith had what even Kings and Queens didn't where she was from! But she figured the controls out easily enough, and when she was alone she stripped, figured out how to mix the water to the correct temperature, and got into the tub, leaning back with a contented sigh. This had been one very strange day. She realized after a few moments, however, that there was no soap to clean herself with. She looked around the room for something...anything. And eventually she did find something called "Shampoo". When she read the label on it, she learned that it was for washing hair, and she immediately opened it and held it over her head. When nothing happened, she looked up, then gave the container a squeeze, and a deluge of shampoo exploded on top of her head, giving her only a moment to lower her head again so as to not get the struff in her eyes.
Spreading the "Shampoo" throughout her hair, she thought that what was good for her hair had to be good for the rest of her as well, and emptied the rest of the container into the bathwater, stressing a bit as she saw the bubbles fill up more and more of the tub and threatening to spill over unto the floor.

It was therefore with great care that she washed her body in the soapy water, rinsed her hair by carefully dipping it multiple times in the water, which only very slowly worked, seeing as it was quite soapy too.
Finally, however, she felt that she was as clean as she could be, though she smelled rather strange. Not badly as if she'd trained and sweated, but....strange, still.
When she had dried herself, she realized that the floor was soaking, and she gulped a little, remembering his instructions about not spilling. She didn't want to start off with getting unpopular with her only protector at the moment, so once she'd finished up completely, she threw the towel on the floor and used her feet to try to dry the floor with the towel.

When she eventually thought it was as good as it was going to get, Ciri peaked her head out of the room and asked meekly for the clothes he'd promised her.
She did feel weird in what was clearly a shirt of some kind. It was his size, so it was massively too big for her, but that served her well for the moment, as it could easily be mistaken for some sort of dress.
A much shorter dress than she'd like to wear, granted, but beggers couldn't be choosers, and right now she was a begger, in the literal and metaphorical sense of the word.

Before she could ponder this more, though, her nose alerted her to something very, very important: Dinner was on the way, and it smelled delicious. Her mouth watered as she smelled the chicken and potatoes.

"It smells delightful!", she said happily, as her stomach growled loud enough to make a lion take notice. "Almost like being back at one of my grandmother's banquets", she added, then a sad thought suddenly struck her at the memory of Calenthe, but she shook her head. She had to be the courteous, grateful guest.