Lyanna stared at them, an overwhelming sense of awkwardness washing over her.
She couldn't help but feel that this entire display was completely excessive.
Even in her previous life, during the long, agonizing years she spent confined to various hospital wards, she had always insisted on maintaining her dignity by washing herself.
No nurse or relative had ever assisted her in the bath.
Furthermore, the body she currently inhabited was functioning perfectly; she felt as physically strong as an ox right now, with absolutely no medical ailments preventing her from lifting her own arms.
What made it even more jarring was the knowledge that the original owner of this body had never once been treated with this level of high courtesy.
The servants used to look down on her, ignoring her needs because of her legendary timidity.
Lyanna cleared her throat and looked directly at Rowena, her tone firm but polite.
