There's a washing machine! But it's really old by our standards and the locals don't use it for some reason. It works for me, though!

[She simply has resigned herself to the fact that if her clothing gets eaten, it gets eaten. But she'll hop off the windowsill and head toward the door.]

Oh, I don't know if it's washable or not. I didn't think about that! [Just beat the shit of it, then, your business! But true to her word, she'll lead him down to the innkeeper -- new arrival, place to say, Chosen, blah blah please blah blah.]