While Mina went back down to the kitchen area to deliver the message, Hana moved slowly toward the stone-carved basin in the corner of the room where Mina dropped the basin of warm water.
She dipped a clean cloth into the warm water, letting the soothing heat sink into her skin.
Carefully, she wiped down her face and neck, then undid her damp top to clean the dried patches of breast milk from her skin.
The rich, sweet scent filled the space again, a vivid reminder that her body was changing rapidly now that her delivery date was only three days away.
Once she finished cleaning herself, she navigated the maze of diaper boxes and formula jars to find a fresh, comfortable dress from the recently built wardrobe at the other end of the room.
It was a loose-fitting, soft fabric that fell gently over the huge, prominent curve of her stomach.
She decided she was not in any immediate danger so she didn't need to wear her nano fiber white dress for defense purposes.
