Tucking her sick grandfather to bed, Oriana munched on the remaining bread and went to fetch a basin of water from the barrel outside. She then went to her own room to change into fresh clothes. After lighting the candle on the side, she removed the long cloth wrapped around her head, freeing her long hair from its tight bun.
Afterwards, cleaned herself with wet cloth, her tender and soft skin coming into sight. She tied her long hair loosely with a ribbon and removed her baggy clothes. Her hands then did quick work on the fabric wrapped around her chest, hiding those peaks from giving away her real figure.
Freed of bondage, a silhouette with a womanly figure stretched against the wooden walls of the room.
Though they had been living in the village for three months, no one had discovered that Oriana was a girl. Be it her manner of speaking or actions, she had thoroughly convinced the people she was but pretty-looking boy yet to hit puberty, despite her being twenty this year.
