"You're most kind," Elizabeth said, giving the girl a smile before heading upstairs to the aforementioned washroom. It was sparser than she was used to in Buckingham Palace, naturally, but it was clean and had the necessities. Now that she'd changed into something dry and managed to finger comb her hair into submission, she felt almost a new woman.

When she alighted down the stairs, she was in a considerably-better mood. "I feel suitably refreshed and myself again. It's amazing what a difference a fresh set of clothes can make."