Kath had no clothes, no personal effects going into Athena’s home. It was like entering prison, especially when one of her attendants met her as soon as she entered and immediately whisked her off to a room in the upper levels with an attached private bath. Wordlessly, the dryad stripped her off her makeshift clothes, tutting at the obvious men’s underwear that she wore, and scrubbed her raw in the porcelain tub. Then she was dried with a snap of the dryad’s fingers and was ordered to change into the clothes laid out on the four-poster bed.
And then, she was alone. Wrapped in a fluffy towel, Kath eyed the simple gray cotton underwear and the sports bra that was in no doubt her size, as well as the brown leather pants and the white tunic and its accompanying brown leather vest. She had nev
