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Amunet woke the next morning with the early morning rays spilling through the window. She hadn't paid much attention the night before, being so preoccupied with her thoughts, but the guest room was obviously the byproduct of the rich, conclusively the nicest room Amunet had ever stayed in throughout her entire life. The dark cherry stained four poster bed was probably queen size and covered with a blue comforter with golden stems and leaves stretching out from the bottom corner. It came with matching pillows and sheets, still all nicely set since she hadn't even bothered to crawl underneath the covers the night before. The rest of the room was furnished with a vanity table, a bookshelf, a dresser and two bedside tables stained the same dark cherry color as the bed, all tastefully decorated to match the blue and gold of the bed. Amunet stood and made her way across the tan, carpeted floor to a door she hadn't noticed before. Her mouth formed a small 'oh' of surprise when she found that the door led to a private bathroom. The bathroom was polished and sparkling, elegant in it's black marble and tile. It had a jacuzzi bathtub, a shower, a walk-in closet, and an extra room to the side where the toilet was. The counter was large too, providing plenty of mirror space. Standing in such an amazing room, Amunet suddenly felt very dirty and wanted to take a shower as soon as possible. After some rummaging around, she found shampoo, conditioner, body soap, razors, toothbrush and toothpaste, towels, and even bath salts, but she couldn't find a change of clothes. Amunet moved back into the bedroom to go and find Kit and see if there were any spare clothes. When Amunet opened the bedroom door, she almost stepped right on a stack of clothes left on the floor just outside of the frame. Smiling, Amunet picked up the stack and retreated into the bathroom. She had a feeling that Kit had left it for her, and she was touched by how considerate the girl was.

Amunet was stripped and in the shower in no time, relishing the feel of the water on her skin. After fiddling with the shower-head a little bit, she left the setting on pulse, allowing the warmth and slightly painful pressure of the water relax and massage her tired muscles. Amunet turned to washing her hair, thoroughly working her way through every bit of her long tresses, until she was humming in satisfaction. She scrubbed down every bit of skin and shaved her legs, and eventually, she exited the shower squeaky-clean and smiling. She quickly toweled herself down, shivering in her nakedness and decided on a pair of black jean shorts and a cream button-up shirt from the clothes she'd been given. Then, she found a brush and muscled it through her tangled hair. When her black strands were sleek and orderly again, she braided it up quickly and tossed it back over her shoulder, frowning when she noticed that the braid reached just below the waistband of her shorts. She would need to cut it. The length was just inconvenient.

Once she was finished getting ready, Amunet made her way downstairs to the kitchen, hoping to get there before Norman and Kit, so she could make breakfast for the two of them. She wanted to show them her thanks, but she only had so many things she could do. Luckily, one of them was cooking.