"That'd be lovely," Dia bows her head, "thank you."

With Mari gone, she takes a couple minutes to towel herself off and change, unceremoniously dumping her mess of a uniform in the dryer. Good riddance. The robe, as one would expect from Awashima hotel, is so ridiculously, luxuriously soft that the mere act of putting it on soothes her instantly.

With her hand on the doorknob, Dia hesitates a moment. The thought of appearing before Mari like this makes her a little self conscious-- but, well... it's Mari, she reminds herself. They've known each other since they were seven. And after the chain of humiliation she's been through in this one, single day alone, there's little reason to feel particularly distressed by something of this calibre.

So Dia swallows against the small seeds of insecurity gathered in her chest and exits the bathroom, calling out softly: "I'm done."