She Wolves
After the Men had taken their leave, she heard Brandald's wife, Terri, as she exercised her own thoughts. She nodded her agreement to what had been said and tapped the side of her head before she shook it slightly.
She turned her attention to the cart, where her own things were stored. Everything she owned, outside of the tent she used at night, was loaded in the pack she carried. It was bulky, but her life was inside that gathering of things. Anything of value, she usually carried on her person.
Walking over to where Terri was and tapped lightly on the side of the wagon. First, she shook her head, and then placed her hands together in what a Christian might interpret as a gesture of prayer, then pointed to where her tent was. She hoped that her gesture, along with the times of the day she'd paused to pray, would deliver the message of her intent. It would be light soon, and there was little excuse for not attending to what was necessary.
With a short walk to the river, the girl sat on the edge and took a moment to roll up her sleeves, then her robes to just under her knees and began to use the freezing water to wash. She worked as quickly as she could, not only for the temperature of the water, but the fact that she felt exposed in such a way. Usually, when the others were about, she'd used either her canteen and a small amount of water to clean herself, but with the Men off on their duties, she risked the possibility to be caught immodestly attired in order to perform the Wudhu, or ritual cleansing.
Once finished, she unrolled the emerald robe back down her arms and legs and walked to her tent to begun her devotions ...