She knelt, offering her hand out to the dog. While she didn't have the same magic to tame animals, she trusted that her presence was friendly enough to put the creature at ease. She ran her fingers over his fur, missing her lion and wolves. The nights would be long without them and she would be truly alone again, something she hadn't had to suffer for centuries. Now the darkness would find ways to play with her imagination and there would be nothing to soothe her until dawn.

Circe smirked at his suggestion, though a clothesline was a foreign word to her. "You have never had to beat laundry before?" Because soap was not a concept she knew, she only beat a rock against the sheets. What did it matter if it was laid out in the sun? "If you know a better way, then I will put you to work and have you set up a 'clothesline'." Whatever that was?

"Better you act rather than simply talk about it. I don't have much time today before the sun comes down, I should like to have everything ready for the night."