She was never shy in enlisting help when it was needed. While the other gods would be affronted to ask a mortal for anything, Circe preferred the toil and company. She was not so proud that it was humiliating and there was no reason to try and spare herself from that. This was a new realm, a new form of exile. If the gods were laughing at her, let them laugh. She intended to survive.

The man seemed friendly enough, though large and imposing. He was obviously a hunter, as the bow and hound indicated. He was quick to follow her direction and she was quicker still to shove a bundle of sheets into his arms. "I need to lay these out on the large rock there." She pointed further down the shore. The rock was flat and wide, allowing her to spread everything out under the sun and to give her space to clean without sand or soil staining the linens.

"The wind is a bit fierce today, it bundles them up before I have a chance to lay them flat. Another pair of hands would make this simpler." Despite being in an unfamiliar place, and despite being without her magic, she still felt that charge of confidence. As though she were mistress of this village as she had been mistress of her island. It kept her from cowering in the face of an unfamiliar figure, as many nymphs might.

"Am I interrupting your hunting?"