Daine's managed to remove most of the paint from her face and hands. Her arms and neck are still covered, but she figures she's less likely to muss those areas, anyway, and she doesn't want to spend the whole dream off in some corner, scrubbing at herself. Besides, the pipes keep making unpleasant noises, and the water only comes out in fitful spurts.

She's dabbing at her face with a somewhat musty-smelling towel when someone else arrives. It takes Daine a moment to place her in that atypical dress, but once she realizes it's Bee, and that she's upset, she drops the towel and hurries over.

"Bee?" Daine crouches beside her, tentatively resting a hand on her shoulder. "What happened?"